I stepped into the elevator—and instead of the usual floor, I ended up in someone else’s world. And, of course, it happened so “conveniently” that I was immediately selected for a bride audition. A fairy tale? Maybe. But right now I’m definitely not thinking about a wedding: my job is to watch over the participants and gather information. If I refuse, one unbearable adviser will send me straight to prison. So I have no choice. I’ll do everything I can to stay alive. The main thing is to keep reminding myself that I absolutely do not like this adviser!