(A/n: this fic is semi fic so enjoy reading)

The night was quiet, the silence stretching like a taut string over the abandoned house on the edge of the forest. Its broken windows, cracked walls, and rotting wooden door told a tale of neglect and disuse.

Outside, a bird startled by the sudden glow flapped its wings noisily, flying into the dark expanse of the night sky.

Inside the house, the light intensified in the center of the dusty, cobweb-ridden room. The faint smell of ozone filled the air as cracks of energy spiraled, forming into a swirling portal. From the center of the portal, a figure stumbled forward, tumbling out ungracefully before hitting the ground with a dull thud.

"Ow, ow... ouch! Uh... where am I?" came a soft, melodic voice as the figure pushed herself off the dusty wooden floor. She winced, her slender hands brushing the dirt off her arms as she looked around the room, her expression a mix of confusion and awe.

The girl pushed herself up to her knees, brushing her gloved hands against her dress to clear away the dust. Her lilac-silver hair cascaded around her, shimmering faintly even in the dim light of the portal. The strands curled delicately at the ends, brushing her hips, with one thin lock framing her face while the rest was styled into an elegant, partially tied bun. Her halo tilted slightly above her head, giving her an ethereal yet slightly disheveled appearance.

Behind her ears, delicate Halovian wings, translucent and shimmering with soft light, fluttered briefly, adjusting as if reacquainting themselves with this plane. She blinked her green eyes, wide with confusion, as they scanned her surroundings.

The girl rose to her feet, her dress falling neatly into place. The pristine white fabric flowed elegantly, though it seemed oddly juxtaposed against the ruined backdrop of the house. A violet layer peeked from beneath the slit on the left side of her skirt, and the ruffled fabric on her bodice glinted softly under the halo's faint light.

"...What the...?" she whispered to herself. Her hands instinctively ran over the intricate fabric of her outfit. The strapless white dress she now wore felt foreign, its violet and blue accents glowing faintly as though they held magic of their own. The slit in the skirt revealed the layers underneath, beautifully ornate yet completely unfamiliar. Her gloved fingers traced the golden eight-pointed star on the violet collar resting against her neck.

"What is this?" she muttered, tilting her head, the faint glint of her star-shaped earring catching her eye. Her wings, ethereal and translucent, fluttered behind her neck as though responding to her confusion.

"...When did I—how did I—" her voice faltered, her gaze snapping toward the portal. "When did I put this on?" she muttered to herself, turning in place to get a better view of the intricate gown she now wore. It felt weightless yet regal, a stark contrast to anything she had ever owned.

"And what's up with my voice?" she continued, her tone now laced with panic. "It... it sounds like a..." Her eyes widened, her face paling as she clutched her throat, her words barely above a whisper. "...like a girl?!"

She took an unsteady step back, the heels she now wore clacking against the floor.

"...What is this place?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "What happened to me?"

The portal behind her began to flicker, then start fading .

The girl's eyes scanned the dark room, her heart still pounding in her chest. Her gaze fell on a cracked, dust-covered mirror leaning against the wall. Drawn to it, she hesitantly stepped closer, her violet heels clicking softly against the floor.

The dim light caught her reflection, and what she saw made her freeze in place.

Her emerald eyes widened as she took in the unfamiliar yet stunning figure staring back at her. The lilac-silver hair, the shimmering green eyes, the ethereal wings tucked behind her shoulders, and the elegant dress adorned with violet and golden accents...

Her lips parted as the realization hit her.

"Is this... Robin?" she whispered in disbelief. Her voice echoed faintly in the empty room, soft and melodic, carrying a tone of both awe and panic. She leaned closer to the mirror, her fingers grazing the cracked surface as though touching it would somehow change what she was seeing.

"Wait, that's... me?!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking. "I... I became Robin?!"

Her hands shot to her face, rubbing her eyes furiously in an attempt to dispel the vision. "No way, no way, this can't be real," she muttered, her voice rising in pitch. "This has to be a dream. A really weird, super vivid dream!"

But no matter how hard she rubbed her eyes or pinched her cheeks, the reflection remained the same. The girl staring back at her was undeniably real.

Her shoulders slumped as the truth began to sink in. She let out a long, exasperated sigh, her wings fluttering slightly with the motion.

"I mean, I did wish to have Robin on my team..." she muttered, her expression turning into a mix of frustration and disbelief. "But I didn't mean to become her! The wish was so simple—just let me win the 50/50, that's all I asked for! Why does it have to be this complicated?!"

She groaned, burying her face in her hands for a moment before peeking through her fingers at her reflection again.

"Tsk. Typical luck," she muttered under her breath. "I should've known better."

Robin—well, her now—sighed deeply and turned away from the mirror, looking around the room again. The abandoned house seemed colder now, its emptiness pressing in on her.

"Alright, fine," she said aloud, shaking her head as if trying to shake off her frustration. "What am I supposed to do now? How do I even fix this? And seriously... where am I?"

Her wings fluttered nervously as she took a deep breath.

Robin wandered around the abandoned house, her delicate heels clicking softly against the floor. The faint moonlight seeped through broken windows, casting eerie shadows as her green eyes scanned the surroundings.

"Hmmm," she muttered, brushing a strand of lilac-silver hair from her face. "Looks like I've been transported to the modern world." She paused, glancing at the graffiti-covered walls and the discarded soda cans littering the floor. "Well, that's... good news and bad news."

Robin let out a deep sigh, her wings drooping slightly behind her. "Good news: I won't have to deal with medieval monsters or ancient political drama." She frowned, her hands falling to her hips. "Bad news: I don't have an identity here."

She kicked at a loose piece of wood on the floor, sending it skidding across the room. "No ID, no money, no place to stay... great. Just great."

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, her eyes lighting up. "Wait! This is a transmigration situation, right? That means..." She straightened her posture, clearing her throat dramatically. "System? System! Do I have a system?" Her voice echoed in the empty house, but no answer came.

Robin frowned, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe I need to do something to activate it. Yeah, that's gotta be it!"

She extended her hand, her expression serious. "Ahem! With this treasure, I summon you, system!"

Nothing happened.

Robin furrowed her brows, refusing to give up. She tried again, her tone more commanding. "System! Appear before me and grant me your guidance!"

Still nothing.

"Ugh, come on!" she groaned, pacing back and forth. Then, with a determined glint in her eye, she took a deep breath and raised her arms theatrically.

"I am the core of my system!

Code is my body, and logic is my blood!

I have debugged over a thousand functions!

Unknown to failure, nor known to perfection!

I have withstood errors to create many solutions!

Yet those hands shall never hold any bugs!

So, as I execute—Unlimited System Works!"

She held her pose for a moment, her heart pounding with anticipation. The room fell silent.

No glowing screens. No robotic voices. No magical pop-ups. Nothing.

Robin's face flushed with embarrassment as the realization hit her. She slowly lowered her arms, glancing around to make sure no one—or nothing—had witnessed her little performance.

"I can't believe I just sold my dignity for this," she muttered, her voice muffled as she buried her face in her hands. "And no system even appeared!"

She groaned loudly, her wings fluttering irritably. "Aaaaaaaa! What kind of transmigration protagonist doesn't get a system?!"

For a moment, she just stood there, face in her hands, letting the wave of secondhand embarrassment wash over her. Finally, she peeked through her fingers, her cheeks still burning.

"Okay," she muttered, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "No system. Fine. I'll figure this out myself. Who needs a system anyway?"

But even as she said it, she couldn't help but glance around the room one more time, hoping for some kind of response. Silence greeted her yet again.

"...Yeah. This is going to be a long night," she sighed.

Robin wandered through the creaky house until she found what appeared to be the exit—a broken wooden door hanging limply on its hinges. Pushing it aside, she stepped out into the cold night air.

The neighborhood she found herself in was no better than the house. Rows of crumbling, abandoned homes stretched as far as her eyes could see, their windows shattered and doors left ajar. The streets were cracked and overgrown with weeds, silence hanging heavily over everything.

Robin sighed, her gaze lifting to the night sky. The moon hung high above her, casting a gentle silver glow over the desolate scene. The soft light made her feel unexpectedly calm, despite the eerie surroundings.

"Well," Robin murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "at least this world doesn't have two moons. That's a good sign. Definitely closer to Earth than I thought." She smiled faintly, appreciating the peaceful moment.

As she strolled past a few more abandoned houses, her attention was suddenly caught by a faint glimmer of light in the sky. She squinted, tilting her head.

"Is that... a helicopter?" she muttered, watching the distant light steadily grow brighter. It wasn't long before the familiar sound of rotor blades began to reach her ears, growing louder and louder as the object approached.

Robin's wings fluttered nervously as she realized the helicopter was heading straight for her. Her heart raced, her instincts torn between hiding and staying put.

"It's getting close," she murmured, her eyes darting around for cover. "What should I do? Should I hide or stay here and wait? I mean..." She glanced at her hands, biting her lip in uncertainty. "I could probably run, but what if they're friendly? Or... what if they're not?"

She hesitated, her thoughts racing. Then, her gaze dropped to the ground, where a single flower with five delicate petals stood defiantly among the dirt and rubble. An idea struck her.

"Alright," she said, crouching down and plucking the flower. "Let's leave it to chance."

She plucked the first petal. "Stay."

The second. "Hide."

The third. "Stay."

The fourth. "Hide."

With bated breath, she pulled the final petal.

"Stay," she said softly, staring at the bare stem in her hand. She straightened up, her resolve hardening as she held her hands together like she was praying.

"Alright. I'll stay and wait," she muttered, closing her eyes briefly. "I just hope my gambling luck doesn't fail me here."

The sound of the helicopter grew deafening as it neared, its searchlight sweeping over the abandoned neighborhood. Robin stood perfectly still, her wings tucked close to her back, trying her best to look harmless as she waited for whatever was coming next.