Kim Se-Jun adalah robot pekerja yang mirip manusia. Orang-orang di pabrik memanggilnya HMD07, merupakan singkatan dari humanoid dengan angka seri sesuai urutan pembuatan. Ia diberitahu bahwa sebenarnya para HMD memiliki nama dan keluarga, termasuk dirinya. Robot seri terakhir itu pun setuju untuk menyelinap keluar dari pabrik demi mencari keluarga yang dimaksud.

Sayangnya sebuah ledakan terjadi di lumbung padi, tempat mereka bersembunyi. Ke tujuh humanoid mengalami rusak parah, hanya Se-Jun yang selamat dari ledakan besar tersebut. Muncul rasa benci dalam diri Se-Jun, ia bertekad untuk mencari siapa yang telah meledakan lumbung sehingga menewaskan rekan-rekannya.

Sampai takdir mempertemukannya dengan seorang aktris sekaligus idol bernama Jung Se-Rin, dan terlibat kontrak kerja sebagai bodyguard-nya.


Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who's the BADDEST of them all?

The SSG President of the Academy Vs. The Basketball Captain of E-State University. Who do you think will win?

A Bollywood actor, Shekhar, had put on many costumes and characters to become the most reputed actors. He has given his heart and sole to become the character and he takes on the personality of each of his characters. But he soon faces his own personality on the mirror, and the thought of seeing himself as yet another character is leading him towards his downfall in his acting career.

Let's Play A Game
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the next player of them all?

"Dianne walks into the room...it seems like it hasn't been opened for a long time. Cobwebs hang from the walls and a musty smell lingers about. There in the other corner of the room, a tall, dusty mirror leans against the wall..."
When Dianne finds a hidden room in the basement of her house, she discovers a mirror with a terrible secret. Will Dianne be able to escape the mirror's evil whispers?

Born different from the others, Seirralia was born a wingless phoenix princess. She was alone, lonely and shunned by her own family. Locked herself in her room, she cried on her bed and suddenly, she heard someone calling her from her wall mirror. As she touched the mirror, she was brought to a meadow of flowers where she met someone who bore the same fate as her, looking at her in shock. Who had brought them together? What does their meeting entail?

Just as Jemima was about to open her mouth to ask what a Noble was and what it had to do with the King, the wooden door to the room swung open with a loud bang. Three heavily armoured men filed into the room, their presence intimidating and commanding, swords swinging back and forth.

Quietly, under his breath, Oscar growled, "Knights."

Jemima had no idea what he meant by that, but there was no time to ask. She fell still, watching the three men as the largest eyed her suspiciously.

He stalked forward, and in a steely voice, announced, "Noble Greyleaf, I trust that you are in good health after your quite unfortunate accident. The King requires you to return to training." 

He paused, and threw a disgusted look at Oscar, who was sitting with his head bowed, silent, his silvery-blond hair falling over his face, the book trembling slightly in his large, pale hands.

"As for you, Commoner Darkland," the man spat 'Commoner' like it was an insult, eyes dark with hate, "You may be dismissed." 

Jemima watched as Oscar closed the book and placed it lightly on the chair, straightened, clenched his fists and walked out the door, his whole body rigid with tension. The door clicked closed softly behind him, and Jemima felt a pang of pity for him. 

The Knight turned back to Jemima, sitting in the bed with her eyes bright and curious, and continued speaking like nothing had happened. 

"If I am honest, Noble, I do not know what you see in that Commoner. He is nothing but a worthless orphan, left on the streets to fade away. Nothing more, nothing less. But you treat him like an equal- you let him treat you like you two are equal-" 

Jemima raised a hand. This man got on her nerves, with all his talk about being equal, and she was determined to tell him that. Jemima had never been one to hide her opinions, and from what she had seen, Oscar was nothing but a loyal, and devoted friend. Even though she knew nothing about the hierarchy of this strange world, she assumed that Nobles were above Knights.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to speak. Jemima didn't know where she got the words from, but they flowed swiftly out of her when she barely understood what they meant herself.

"Knight, that is enough. I am allowed to befriend whomever I like, whether it is a fellow Noble, or a 'lowly Commoner' as you call them. Are you questioning your higher up's choices? Because this is how I see it." Jemima flashed a glare at the Knight, who had gone quite still.

"Noble I- I meant no disrespect, forgive me!" The Knight bowed deeply, fear obvious in his stiff stance.

"It does not matter what you meant. Do you have anything else to tell me or was the only thing you came to say was to judge who I make friends with?" Jemima inquired in a icy cold voice, eyeing him.

The man straightened quickly and fumbled with a piece of paper, and opened it with a small tearing sound.

"Ahem. The King and Council require your presence at the meeting today, late afternoon, once you have finished training, for a meeting of the King's Council."

Jemima nodded her acknowledgement. "Alright. If that is all, you may be dismissed."

The three men bowed and turned to exit. As they opened the door, Jemima's voice sounded out again.

"Knight. One more thing."

"Yes, Noble?" The leader asked, turning back around to face her respectfully.

"If you see Commoner Darkland, send him back to my room." She commanded.

"Understood."

The moment the men left the room, Jemima let out a long breath. That didn't go as bad as she had feared. Alone in the room, she looked around and took in her surroundings again.

It was quite plain, four grey walls covered in draping and tapestries. The door was on the left side of the bed, and windows framed in floor length, blood red curtains to the right. Against the left wall, near the door, was a plush red and gold sofa, and in the right corner of the wall opposite the bed was an intricately designed door that Jemima thought probably led to the toilet and bathroom. A gold framed mirror hung above a desk on the same wall, next to a crackling, cheerful fire, with wood to top it up sitting on a small rack next to the desk.

Quietly, carefully, Jemima slipped out of the bed and placed her bare feet on the plush white carpet. Not used to the extra weight her new male body had, she stumbled slightly, feet tripping over each other, then quickly regained her balance. The carpet's warm threads, warmed by the fire, swallowed her feet with each step as she padded slowly over to the mirror. Jemima inspected the reflection in the mirror staring back at her.

A handsome male face stared back at her, with bright green, sparkling, playful eyes, short, sandy brown hair and light olive toned skin, a small earring hanging from his left ear, clothed in a loose white shirt and nothing more. Jemima stared for another moment, then reached a finger out and up to touch the mirror ever so lightly. 

"So it's real...I'm not dreaming-" she murmured, half to herself. Hearing her voice sound softly through the room, made it all seem more real. 

"Of course it's real." A cocky voice broke through Jemima's reverie, and she spun around towards the door, surprised. "Did you really think you imagined it all?"

There stood Oscar, leaning against the door with his arms crossed, all the fear and timidity from before gone, his eyes burning silver. A smile as wide as the devil's lit his face up at he met her gaze.

"C'mon, there's no reason to looked so surprised. Let me take you on a tour of the castle!" Oscar laughed.

What would you do, if one day, you woke up in an entire different world, in an entire different body, with a corrupt King who is tearing his kingdom apart?

Mrs. Groscow observed her seventeen year old daughter as she walked down the stairs a visible scowl on her lips. Her tongue flicked through her teeth and the wine glass was swooshing dangerously on her fingers.

Jeans booty shorts and of course a purple tank top. Mia stopped at the end of the stair and crosses her arms.

"So you've resorted to flaunting? I see you gave up on your face." The first thing she uttered to her, kicking up her left leg across the right one.

Mia rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to her right foot.

"You're too fat for those shorts."Her mom points out blankly taking another sip of her drink. " You got a lot of mirrors to check that out for yourself, don't you?"

"I know. And that is why apps were created." She whispered but her mom caught  it, a small smile tugging at the end of her lips. The older woman's brow creaked app and she mused at her words.

"Why didn't you go to school today?" She chose to change the subject leaning back on the couch.

"My face." Mia obviously stated. She had vowed not to ever apply make up... Although she wanted to; apply concealer on her zits, mascara, a little lipstick perhaps.

'Oh my goodness Mia!You look like an undercooked turkey!' Her mother's words.

"I don't give a hoot miss! You have to go to school whether you look ugly, or uglier."

Luke Groscow got in at this moment. A male servant took his coat, briefcase and car keys. According to Annah, no female hand shall lay her hand on her man.

She was right to be protective, after all Luke was a male model, a really good looking male model younger than Annah by three years.

"Hey honey." He greeted his wife and made for the little drink area. "Hello Mia."He voiced to her daughter lifting the drink to her in some sort of a toss. She gave him a small smile.

He then walked back across the room and slumped down the comfy white couch. Pure fur.

"Your daughter missed school, again!" Annah started going back to the random act of flicking her tongue inside her mouth.

"Why?"

"Puberty. Look at her ugly face."

"Annah!" Luke raised his voice a little. He nervously watched Mia at the corner of his eye.

An uncomfortable silence enveloped them for about a minute.

"What's wrong with that? She's bright." Luke said in a monotone. A little low this time.

"That doesn't mean she can miss school, Luke."

"I need a shower." Luke announced downing his drink.

He walked to Mia and cupped her cheek. "You'll be fine. At least now everyone will want to look at your pretty face."

Mia smiled. Her dad always gave her hope. Always made sure she was smiling.

Yet her mom was the complete opposite. She is the one who got her a full make up set... Indirectly telling her you're ugly, yet she's still the one who hated the same make up on her.

"Just give me a minute and we'll go get that mirror, okay?"

Mia nodded. Yester night she was so mad she punched her bathroom mirror six times, getting hurt in the process.

Because she let her mother's words get to her.

•|•

They drove out of their expansive house onto a private road for five minutes before joining the main road.

Mia looked outside the window as they passed the mall. She didn't want to get her mirror from the mall because most of her schoolmates hang out there... and she wouldn't be seen dead with her pimply face.

They were going to an old shop downtown belonging to an old black man. She found the place after getting lostin the area. Of course she had to glance around before asking for directions.

"Here we are." Her dad announced stopping the car.

"I'll go alone." Mia quickly stopped her dad from unbuckling his seat belt.

She didn't want him to see her posing in front of mirrors, possibly giving herself a complimenting speech and other self embarrassing acts. "Just wait here. I will try not to take long."

"Well, okay..."

The door chimed on opening and the shop was visibly empty. No shopper appeared to be present apart from her.

"Hello?"She called looking around. The reception area was also empty. She decided to walk around the isles, admiring the fancy, plain and artistic mirrors.

"Hello?"She called out again. Last time he was here. The man was odd and always zoned out in his speech and it spooled her a little but he was no threat.

"Careful young girl, your voice might break the mirrors!" Mia whipped around immediately a little startled. The old man closed the door, made of a mirror that it actually looked like he was coming out of it.

He had the same old tired but warm smile on his face.

"Good evening Mr.William you do remember me?"

"Well of course!" He laughed and walked to her to shake her hand. "You're the crazy one, right?" His hands were rough and crusty and he possessed a firm grip. He released her hand finally and walked behind the counter.

Entirely reflective.

"What can I interest you with miss Groscow?" She was a little amazed that he remembered her awkward second name. Nevertheless, she spoke up.

"I need a bathroom mirror."

"Just that? Oh we have a lot... Framed perhaps? Slitted?"

"I need your most clearest mirror."

"Clearest?"

"Yes clearest, doesn't matter really, it'll still work."

"Well,all my mirrors are clear as you see, but you do want the clearest?"

"Yes."

"Okay then." The sir walked from the counter and walked to the door he had come out earlier.

"Come on, you have to pick for yourself... I have two of them, nobody really seemed interested in having the clearest mirror so they stay up back.

Mia nodded. She half trusted the man enough to set her teaser at 60V, not too much to kill him or paralyse him.

The back of the store was like a workshop. Wood and mirrors, noise from the glass cuter worked by a man and a set of boys preparing a frame.

"Here we are." Mr.William announced walking past the two boys.

He opened a closet and called one of the boys to help him take them out. Mr.William stood them on the width side leaning on the wall.

They were clear, more than Mia ever imagined. The surface seemed like a calm river, promising a ripple if the surface was gently poked.

But one had a slight crack on the left corner, and given the angle of a perfectionist by her mother, she picked the other one.

It was framed with dark brown wood and carved into a beautiful pattern. It looked ancient,and she fell in love with it. She took one last look of herself and smiled.

She turned and waited for Mr.William to finish showing the boys how to smoothen the edges.

"Which one will it be?" Mr.William asked still helping his boys out.

"The framed one."

"You got it, give me a minute."

Mia wanted to turn and look at it once more. Her reflection on it was beyond perfect, it was beautiful. It gave her a sense mysterious sense of security. She opted to look around the place, placing her hand over her lips.

If only she would turn then maybe she would change her mind, because her image was still smiling.

Beauty can be overwhelming sometimes. Mia punishes herself for being what the society calls 'ugly' striving to create a picture perfect image. She builds up an odd obsession to mirrors.

But no matter the clearest mirror she'll get, she's still the same old face. This time however, the mirror is not only the clearest, it's the scariest... She ends up being thrown into a world belonging to the dark forces, and she has no choice but to choose survival, that is until she is able to escape and claim her old life and stolen identity back.

Charming Luscious, a demon in training has other plans and so does a few who come to learn of a mortal in their world.

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