prologue;
death bound

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Sometimes, I felt like I never belong in this world.

I was an illegitimate child of a wealthy household that made me feel so tormented for existing.

I was outcasted in school and experienced the hell that other people bring.

When I graduated, I moved out from the basement in that mansion and bought a tiny apartment from all the part-time works that I secretly went into.

I always cheered for myself that I could do it, that I could live in this place—in this world.

And it would just end up as a cycled failure. I still feel so left out.

However, even with all the worst things that happened to me. It would always end whenever I closed my eyes at night.

I always dream vividly.

And during those dreams, I could see another world with different people that would play like a movie in my head.

It was like an escape to this place that I don't belong in.

That was why I started writing down these dreams until they formed into a story.

A story that I wasn't sure if someone was reading... but I continued writing it anyway.

And through that... I found my simple happiness. And I thought it would last.

But a twist of fate happened.

The story that I considered my escape...

It became the tale that I wanted to escape from!

Why?

It was simple.

The novel that I had written became my reality.

It would have been perfect if I became the female lead from that book.

But I ended up becoming a minor villain.

And you know what happens to the villains at the end of every happy-ever-after?

They die.

Would I be able to unravel the secret to why I transmigrated in my novel, or would I succumb to the original plot, which is bound to end with my death?

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