I was living a life full of mistakes, regrets, and missed opportunities when I suddenly received an offer I couldn’t refuse. Reincarnate as someone else and rewrite history? It sounded like the perfect chance to fix all my wrongs. But now, I wake up and realize I’m stuck in the body of a villain.

My head throbs, my vision’s blurry, and there’s this unsettling sense of power pulsing within me. The bed beneath me is too soft, the room too quiet, and the air… too still.

I open my eyes. The walls are dark and decorated with sharp, elegant designs—nothing like what I’m used to. The clothes I’m wearing are formal, almost regal in a way that makes me uncomfortable. I feel foreign in this body, as though it’s not mine, even though I know it is.

The door creaks open, and a figure enters, bowing deeply before me. His voice is low and respectful. “My lord, you’re awake.”

I blink. “lord?” I repeat, my voice sounding foreign to me.

I look around again, everything starting to feel even more surreal. It’s not like any place I’ve ever been to. I push myself up into a sitting position, ignoring the overwhelming urge to lie back down and let everything sink in.

“Who are you?” I ask, trying to steady my voice, though my hands are trembling slightly. Something is wrong, but I can’t place it.

“Your loyal servant, my lord,” the man says, his eyes averted as if he’s afraid to look me in the eye.

“Servant?” I laugh dryly, even though it comes out more bitter than I intend. “No, no, I need a real answer. Where am I, and who exactly am I supposed to be?”

The man hesitates, clearly caught off guard. “You… You are Lord [Name], the head of the [edit something] family, my lord. The one who has led this house for years.”

Lord? Head of a family? This can’t be real.

The servant bows again. “Shall I fetch your breakfast, my lord?”

I lie back down, overwhelmed by the memories of this villain. It’s clear I’ll have to play along for now. Sighing, I rub my face, already dreading what’s to come. “Breakfast sounds nice,” I mutter.