Since When Were You The Villain?

“Ah, I got caught.”

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On a particularly beautiful night with a full moon.

The red eyes narrowed.

The silhouette revealed under the moonlight was black and secretive as if it had melted into the darkness.
Nevertheless, its presence was more clear and intense than anything else.

It took my breath away.

I was trembling and eventually dropped the glass of water.
But the glass of water fell into a hand in a black leather glove before it broke on the ground.

“You’ll wake people up.
Sophie…?”

The corners of his lips rise gently.
Even in the deep night, his red eyes shone exceptionally bright, like fireworks.
But soon his gaze fell.

“It’s fine.
My throat was burning.”

He brought the glass with his lip and drank the water I was holding.

The sound of him swallowing water echoed.

Suddenly, the glass was completely empty, and only a few drops of water on the cup glistened in the moonlight.

Very slowly, he placed the empty glass on the patio railing, all the while I stood there and did nothing.

Then it caught my eyes…

I covered my mouth with my hand and stared at his waist.

As if he had been cut by something, red blood was oozing over his torn white shirt.
He was hurt.

Recognizing my gaze, he pulled on his black robe to hide his wounds.

The cold sweat on his white forehead gleamed faintly in the starlight.

His slow gaze touched me, who had turned white. 

“Well, the doctor…!”

When I came to my senses late and tried to run to find a doctor, a strong force grabbed my wrist.
It happened in an instant.
My body was dragged by an irresistible force, and I bit my lips.

The familiar body scent and blood scent mixed together brushed the tip of my nose.
The black hair passing by the wind tickled my cheek.

My heart was pounding as if to wake up the world.

Perhaps because of surprise, fear, or other emotions, my head was dizzy.

Slowly, he spoke.

“Forget what you saw tonight, Sophie.”

A low voice mixed with breath was carried by the wind.
Gradually, the strength of his hand that held me escaped.

And

Even before I could hold him, he disappeared like smoke.

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I rushed to the terrace railing and looked down, but all I could see was the dark moonlight.

However, the blood drop marks and the empty glass on the railing proved that what just happened was not a dream.

I fell down because my legs were weak.

A red mark rose on my wrist he held.

The rough heartbeat showed no signs of calming down.

“I… I… I was mistaken.”

I misunderstood.

Wasn’t it the male lead…

~*~

– When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

An excessively boring sentence, although that boring and common scene was real in front of my eyes.

That the same ‘event’ that I read thousands of times happened to me.

My only hobby was reading web novels.

Even in the midst of a hectic life, I collected a hundred or two hundred won and bought a moment’s happiness for several years with the belief that it could be a jackpot or a failure.

I immersed myself in almost all of the works regardless.

Therefore, when ‘the incident’, which I had read millions of times in the novels, happened, I felt a subtle excitement rather than fear.

Because what I imagined as I wandered through the typography every day actually happened!

‘Possessing a book’ that even feels like an old-fashioned relic. 

‘Yes.
If not a fan of its own, who else would possess the book?’

I laughed inwardly.

Maybe I was waiting for this moment.

A day to escape from the stuffy reality and live in a vast fictional world!

I couldn’t just lie down with my beating heart.

‘When the possessor opens his eyes, there is a certain task to be done.’

It is true that reading is food for the mind.

Thanks to the indirect experience I had accumulated while reading web novels, I was carrying the in my brain.

‘First of all, I need to know what novel this is and who I am…’

I got up from the bed and looked around.

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‘Surely there’s something somewhere in the room, after all!’

As expected, there was an old mirror hanging on the wall next to the bed.

After all, if I am possessed by a book, I have an obligation to look in the mirror and admire my beautiful appearance.

I got up from bed to look in the mirror.

For a moment, my head was spinning and my eyes went dark.

My body staggered, but I skillfully leaned against the wall.

This, too, was as expected.

‘Since it was a possessed body, I knew it would be like this.’

Usually the possessed body is sickly or has just crossed the brink of death.

Even if it is not an incurable disease, orthostatic hypotension may be present.

I took a skillful deep breath and came to my senses.

Slowly, my vision cleared.

As I turned my gaze to the mirror, the figure of ‘I’ was gradually revealed.

In the mirror, there was a woman who looked