Chapter 2 – The Bag That Glows (and Possibly Kills)
When Mira finally reached home, she pushed open the creaky door to her one-room apartment—the grand palace of her misery—and tossed the mysterious bag onto the small shelf beside her bed.
Her whole body felt like it had been run over by life itself.
She sat down, exhaled deeply, and stared at the peeling ceiling as if it owed her an explanation for everything that went wrong.
So far, her life story had been a tragicomedy of errors.
Mira Kale, twenty-two, full-time waitress, part-time dreamer, and—just to add flavor—an orphan.
Her parents had died years ago in a car accident.
Mr. Truck-kun, as she bitterly called it, had paid them an unexpected visit, they were killed by trucks.
She was then sent to an orphanage by her father's younger sister, who apparently thought raising a child clashed with her "young and free" lifestyle.
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At the orphanage, Mira grew up among other forgotten children.
The staff there did their best—they paid her school fees, fed her, and sent her out into the world once she turned eighteen.
"You're an adult now," they said cheerfully, handing her a few belongings and a smile that definitely didn't pay rent.
That was when reality hit her harder than any truck ever could.
Bills, jobs, rent, taxes—everything was suddenly her problem.
Mira's dream of becoming a model quickly turned from a shining ambition to a faint, embarrassing memory.
She learned one brutal truth: sometimes, dreams were better left as dreams.
And life? Life gave her a waitress job.
Until, of course, life snatched it back with a flying plate of pasta.
Now, here she was—broke, unemployed, and proud owner of one questionable fifty-dollar bag.
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She sighed dramatically and flopped onto her bed, her stomach growling in protest. "Ugh, right.
Hunger.
My favorite hobby," she muttered, dragging herself toward the small cabinet in her so-called kitchen corner.
She opened it.
Empty.
Not even a sad packet of noodles.
The fridge? Also empty—unless you count cold air as food.
She groaned loudly, sliding to the floor like a movie character giving up on life.
"I bought a bag," she whimpered.
"A bag! When I could've bought noodles or bread or—literally anything edible!"
Her stomach growled again in agreement. Tears began to form, uninvited.
"Okay, fine, universe.
I get it.
You hate me."
She hugged her knees, trying to cry quietly, when suddenly—click.
The light went out.
For a few seconds, Mira just sat there in stunned silence.
Then realization hit.
"Oh no… landlord, you didn't."
He did.
Her electricity had officially been cut off. Now she was broke, hungry, and sitting in the dark like a tragic side character in her own life.
The tears came faster—waterfall-level, full Niagara mode.
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But as Mira sat there sniffling, something in the room began to glow.
At first, she thought she was hallucinating—maybe hunger was giving her visions.
But the light grew brighter, spreading across the dark walls like moonlight.
She blinked, then gasped.
The bag was glowing.
It floated gently off the shelf, spinning mid-air like a possessed disco ball.
Mira's jaw dropped.
"No, no, no! Don't you dare blow up on me!" she shouted, rushing forward.
"You're the only thing I own that cost actual money!"
The bag's glow intensified, its colors swirling like fire and sky mixed together.
Then—ZAP!
A sudden jolt of energy surged through her body, throwing her backward.
She slammed into the wall with a loud thud, the kind that made her question every decision that led her here.
Her vision blurred.
"Ow… okay… that's new," she mumbled weakly.
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Just as her consciousness began to fade, a voice—smooth, mechanical, and disturbingly cheerful—echoed in her head:
"Initialization complete.
Host syncing: 100%.
Welcome, Host.
I will make you… a star."
Mira blinked, dazed.
"Oh great," she thought faintly.
"I'm hallucinating and getting roasted by a talking bag,a bag that knows kungfu."
Her last thought before everything went black was a whisper of apology:
"Sorry, Mom.
Sorry, Dad.
Sorry, Mrs. Margaret from the orphanage… I'm being murdered by a handbag."
And with that, the world went dark again.