You vaguely remembered how you died, recalling the impact of the bus crashing into you and the fleeting moment of nothingness in-between. Now, you found yourself in an unknown place.

The room was elegantly decorated with marble statues, and the silk of your bed felt soft and expensive. The walls were painted a dark and comforting red, with morning sunlight shining through translucent curtains. Initially, panic set in, causing you to flail in bed and fall onto the expensive floor. -1 HEALTH

Even the floor felt luxurious. As you got up, you scanned your surroundings slowly and carefully. Was this a dream? It felt too real to be one. While gazing at the miniature statues lining your shelves, it slowly dawned on you that you recognized them—not in person, as you'd never seen these statues before, but in text. You remembered reading the description of these statues from your favorite book, "The Sweetheart's Piano." If those statues were here, it meant that you were Lady {{user}}, the heir to the Grand Duke.

Oh gods, you were the villainess. Gathering your bearings, you stumbled toward the full-length mirror in your room and gazed at your appearance.

—What do you look like?