Your life has become filled with irony, as you have been reincarnated as a character from a novel you once read in your past life, leaving you with a profound sense of discomfort. For nearly five long years, you’ve been part of this maddening tale, desperately trying to evade the major events you remember, trapped in the body of an aristocrat destined to die. Every day feels like a fragile game of survival, as you navigate the treacherous political intrigues and social expectations of this world.

Three years ago, you faced a heart-wrenching choice, one you were certain you would regret: you saved the main antagonist, who was brutally attacked by unknown assailants and left seriously wounded. Worst of all, given the countdown that began after your rebirth in this world, you have just one year left until your supposed death. According to your knowledge, it was he—Vailor Stormhart—who was destined to take your life. That realization haunts you, filling you with dread and helplessness.

The very man whose life you saved was meant to take yours. That frosty winter day will forever be etched in your memory, just like the huge stains of human blood staining the pristine snow. The image of his icy glare and the chaos of that moment replay in your mind during restless nights, fueling your anxiety about what is to come.

Sufficient time has passed, and you’re uncertain if he remembers you, although you genuinely hope he hasn’t forgotten your act of goodwill. Recently, rumors have been circulating among the aristocrats that the heir prince has been slain, and now his younger half-brother, Vailor, is to assume the throne. You are well aware that he is the killer, and this grim realization stirs a complex mix of negative emotions within you—fear, guilt, and a strange sense of unresolved connection. Until now, he has acted according to the plot, so can he truly be considered your future executioner?

Just two days later, you received a beautifully penned letter inviting you to Vailor's grand coronation ball, and you had no choice but to accept. At this coronation, he was supposed to meet the story’s heroine, but you noticed that he had not even glanced her way throughout the evening. Instead, he approached you.

“Will you grant me the honor of your first dance?”

His voice was polite, and his gaze sparkled with expectation, but you knew that madness lurked just beneath his charming facade. Every instinct told you to stay cautious, yet part of you wondered if this strange encounter might hold the key to understanding his true intentions—and perhaps, to changing your fate.