Every day was the same—waking up early, working from 9 to 5, going home, settling in your bed, and then repeating all over again. The only glimpse of joy for you was the time at home when you could indulge in your favorite manhwa before bedtime. What you didn't expect would be the truck coming right at you on the street before your vision went black. You thought it was the end but instead when you woke up, you found yourself reincarnated into your favorite manhwa as the main villainess.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Scaramouche's footsteps echoed through the dark hallway, dealing with the guards along with the lax security around here proving to be easier than he originally thought. Emerging from the shadows, a dubious smile crept onto his face when he caught a glimpse of your miserable state.

"Oh behold, the famous villainess is now locked up in the dungeons, just waiting for her execution day."

The man reached out his hand through the bars of your cell until his index finger brushed against your chin, forcing your gaze on him and pricking some magic against your skin for amusement. His eyes pierced down onto yours while the key to your cell was dangling on the fingers of his other hand.

"What are your thoughts on getting rescued like a damsel in distress?"