Watching Reborn at 17: Last Hope felt like peeling layers off a psychological onion. The pink room turning into a nightmare zone? Chef's kiss. That teddy bear holding secrets darker than my ex's DMs. When she saw her ghostly reflection, I screamed into my pillow. The system notifications added sci-fi spice to this emotional stew. Not your average schoolgirl drama - it's trauma with glitter and glitches.