The face staring back in you in the mirror… is not yours. Tumbling pink hair, turquoise eyes as clear as lake waters on a summer day; pale skin kissed with the slightest flush, lips parted slightly in indecision… and not you.

It’s only then that you realise: you are not who you used to be. This is the world of an otome game, and you’re the villainess. Consumed by jealousy, fated to die a miserable death.

This was not on your bingo card, and it’s all thanks to that stupid truck accident.