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I don’t know what happened. I have no idea where to begin. 

I blame peer pressure. Anyone but myself. I am a victim. 

I should have never started that damn blog. 

It was meant to be a pastime. Something to do to occupy myself between job hunting and civil service exam attempts. It wasn’t ever meant to be serious. I didn’t even accept money for paid reviews. I don’t know why I found myself mindlessly playing and then nit-picking visual novels. Then finding it in me to publish full length thoughts and reviews. I also don’t know why people loved it so much. All I know is that it is their fault I’m here, not mine. I am a victim. 

My head was throbbing before I fell asleep. I had my laptop open. I paused the game to write part of a review and I fell asleep. I should have woken up with key prints on my cheek and bad breath from the alcohol. Neck and back hurting from sleeping at a desk and wishing I didn’t have to work when I woke up.

How the hell did I get here? 

Instead of waking up aching and regretting every choice I’ve ever made, I woke up in a carriage. My hands were folded on my lap, my head against the window. My back didn’t hurt, I didn’t reek of alcohol. 

The weirdest part? I was in a dress.

I need this to be known: I am a man. I am not a man with a tendency to cross-dress. I have no idea how I got here. But I know where I am, and who I will have to be until I figure out what to do from here.

I am in the body of the protagonist from ‘ Sincerely, and Forevermore, Yours ’, a cheesy otome I hardly played, and I will surely hate every second of it. 

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How did I get here? Why me? Please tell me I can get a drink… I’m going to need one at this rate.

My dreams do tend to grab onto random details throughout my day. But, the feeling of the satin dress against gloves did feel genuine, so did the cushion on this seat and the wobbling of the carriage.

But this cannot be real. That is insane. What type of supernatural historical manwha bullshit…

If this is anything like the game I binged, I don’t have much time until I-

“We will arrive sometime soon, my lady,” the coachman called out.

“Ah. Thank you.”

… Until I have to respond to a new name.

My full name is comical. Park Moon.

… In my defense, I didn’t think it would be a name I’d have to live with. I wrote anything into the name boxes and pressed continue. Don’t judge me. I mentioned it offhand earlier, but I was attempting to write a review before I was sent here. I was gifted this game by someone eager to hear my commentary, and I put in any name to get started promptly.

                      -  Noona, please play SFY! Please! I promise you’ll love it… I can’t wait to hear what you have to say!

Noona…

Don’t ask. I don’t know why everyone thought I was a woman either. Apparently I write very femininely. What does that even mean? I’m a 29 year old man.

That single assumption is why I must be femme-presenting here; when I played the game, for the sake of consistency with the woman assumption, I selected the female protagonist option. I’m shocked there was even an option to pick pronouns, and I am acutely annoyed that I can't add that into a review. I am in the game. I can’t write a thing.

… Anyways, Park Moon. The only child of… two unnamed parents with the title Baron. Somehow, those two parents died and the lone girl suddenly had nothing; the male heir set to inherit everything her family owned wanted her gone or wed to him. In a way that was not properly explained, Viscount Ryu stepped in and offered to take the girl in. I do not understand why it was not yet another arranged marriage as they have an unwed son and owe the girl’s family, but that is a plot hole that might not ever be filled in.

… Ahem. That was a comment in my review.

Continuing, with the power of otome game logic, the protagonist is taken in by a Viscount family who had some type of debt to her parents. I am headed to them now.

I pinched myself a few times, so this really must be reality. It did hurt.

I still don’t buy it.

Weirdly enough, I did not seem to be accompanied by a maid of some sort. It is rather odd for a Baron’s daughter to be sent off without a maid. Though… The protagonist was rather lonely. She was designed to be plain, so that tracks.

Although it is a tad relatable.

I was never the social type. I’m still not. I will never be.

To get back on track… The Viscount’s eldest son, Ryu Chungwoo, is the first capture target I will meet.

He was not the character I chose first.

I mostly played as if I didn’t have a guide to search up to select someone in particular. Because of that, I did not end up with him. Nothing personal.

What do I know about him?

… Uh.

He has a younger sister and some unexplained shoulder injury. His family is well known and respected despite their title not being the highest in the pecking order. There’s nothing wrong with the title, but it is relevant to his character and storyline. That is all I know.

Look. I wasn’t expecting I’d actually have to live with the guy. None of this is my fault.

I don’t want to be victim-blamed when I’m trying to compose myself moments before reality sets in.

I’ve sat in this carriage trying to figure things out for… for however long it has been. I don’t have a watch. I feel like I have officially lost my mind. Maybe I drank too heavily the night before and this is all some strangely lucid dream. It has to be. It would explain why pinches hurt.

I don’t even know what my objective is. The game had a main menu, but I have no clue how I’d access that… or if I can. Oh, I better.

There’s only so many times you can say ‘main menu’ before you lose it. Maybe it can’t be triggered this early.

My head hurts. And they don’t have Tylenol.

“Excuse me, how much-“ The carriage ran over some type of large rock. I hit my head right on the top. I cut myself short. The coachman yelled an apology, and I replied in turn.

God, that seriously hurt.

Did… did this game just try and give me a headache? For speaking unprompted? And it doubled as a good reality check, too.

Fine. No more questions, bastard game.

For now. The audacity…

Putting my hands back onto my lap, I noticed something felt particularly strange. Something circular.

A hidden pocket.

I forgot that would be necessary. I don’t seem to have some type of purse, either. Makes sense there would be a well hidden pocket. Though, I am convinced this item materialized just now to occupy me. I felt around earlier. What else was there for me to do? I woke up in a foreign place going god knows where in a dress.

How is this real…

Reaching in, I pulled out what seemed to be a compact. As the modern day man I should be, I had seen something similar for makeup. Usually there was a puff inside, though I’m not sure in this case that would be there. It felt heavy, so it was likely just a pocket mirror.

I can see what I look like now.

The reflection on the window was not very clear. I had been trying to make out some sort of face this whole time, but I couldn’t.

The compact clicked open with a small snap. It was indeed just a mirror inside. There was one on the top, and another on the bottom which added to the weight. The longer I look at it, the longer I think about the historical accuracy of this object being here looking how it does. Anyways, looking back at me was… it’s a rather puppy looking person. Noticeably pale. A blonde, on top of it all.

The face I saw was not the most masculine, but I wouldn’t say that was a woman’s face, either. Androgynous but a bit more masculine leaning, I’ve decided. Unlike my face as Gunwoo, he has a more rounded appearance with bigger, pink-amber eyes. A decent looking guy. With the blonde hair, he almost looks a bit like an idol.

But why are there two mirrors? That seems rather specific.

Curiously, I turned the compact upside down to the other mirror.

Aha.

The reflection isn’t the same.

Now, a feminine face stared back at me. Roughly the same, although I would say there was a bit more blush on the cheeks and the eyes were somehow slightly larger when I opened them fully. Resting, the two faces really aren’t that different. Same pouty puppy appearance, only one had a more girlish appearance. The short hair still remained, curiously.

I must assume the man in the first mirror is how I will see myself, and the other is how everyone else will see me. It is nice to know I am not a woman. That would be too much to handle at once. I genuinely could not tell. I guess the male counterpart to the protagonist is designed to look as similar as possible. 

Interesting. But for some reason that made my stomach churn.

“Some reason”, tch.

It’s because I’m in a video game where I’m read as a woman when I am not a woman. So what if they added a way for me to not lose my mind? I don’t want to be here.

At least let me edit the gender selection. The mirror in the game was how it was chosen before the story began if I can recall that… Why offer it and not let me change? Why put in the extra effort to have me perceive myself differently rather than let me change the pronouns? 

… Regardless, it is nice to know that I am not faceless as shown in the game while I played it. I understand it is to make it easy to project yourself onto the character, but it is… always strange.

Why does this game want me to be a woman?

A shout broke me out of my concentrated daze.

“We will be arriving shortly, my lady!”

That’s right. I still am in this damn carriage.

How the hell does time work here?

Again, I replied with a thank you. I moved to the other end of the seat to get a better view of the Ryu estate. There was only one CG art of it, and seeing it in person will be interesting. I closed the compact and placed it back where it came from.

I’m sure this house will look more grand in person.

And, unsurprisingly, it certainly is.

Ryu Estate had a sizable amount of land separating it from the surrounding homes. It really did take a minute or so to ride up to the gates, and it appeared there was more we still could not see. I had to assume the price of the land alone could be worth several million– potentially close to a billion-- won in the modern day. Instead, it housed a roughly two story home… home? No, mansion. The distance and scale of the building said everything if somehow everything else couldn’t; this was a family with status that has maintained it for a sustained amount of time. As I rode up to the entrance, the well manicured plants were impressive, and provided visually interesting stimulus I had been lacking. Everything was meticulously well groomed and intentionally placed. All the plants seemed to only consist of purples, blues, whites, or an extremely pale white-pink.

The coachman said something to someone. I tried to listen, but I really couldn’t hear.

The gates opened, and they creaked ever so slightly as they did so. It was the thing that snapped me out of my focus and made me compose myself properly.

It is almost time for the game to truly begin.

Everything truly does feel surreal.

Everything seemed to shine, like there were twinkles of glitter splashed all over before I was set to arrive. The home was a classy brick style home, although that seemed to be more of a choice due to the home being inherited by so many generations. It looked like it had been scrubbed down to maintain something adjacent to perfection for a long, long time. Vines growing from the roof looked intentionally cut to frame the home in a visually appealing manner. Hell, there was what appeared to be lilacs growing in some areas.

I jumped when we stopped as it was abrupt. I wasn’t done studying, damnit.

I am Park Moon, I am 20 years of age, I am unmarried… What else is there to even know? She’s rather boring, isn’t she…

Fuck it. I’ll be myself. Playing a character while being forced into a game sounds like hell.

The carriage door opening is really the marking of the end, huh? The end of my poor, poor sanity.

“My lady,” The coachman held his hand out to assist me. Standard practice, but I said thank you anyways.

Stepping out of the carriage, I looked up to try and study the people in front of me. There were two rows of staff on either end of the staircase, and below is who I assume is the Viscount and Viscountess with their daughter, Ryu Yeonwoo, who seemed more doll than human. Noticeably, and uncharacteristically, the eldest child Ryu Chungwoo was nowhere to be seen.

Ah, he was not present during the meeting here in the game.

He was distracted with some sort of exercise routine and lost track of time. I recall it because the CG art was… something.

Before I could think further, a pop up appeared before my eyes.

[During the ‘Prologue’ event, you will not have the ability to speak or act freely temporarily. When the event ends, another pop up will occur and you can act as you wish (within limitations which will be specified).
Please wait patiently until then~!]

… I need a beer so badly.

Maybe this family has good wine they’d be willing to let me try. I’ve never had anything expensive before.

Immediately, I noticed a short wave of astonishment at my appearance. Likely the very short hair. But, like a well trained upper class family, the shock was hidden away quickly.

The first person to speak was the Viscount. “Lady Park Moon, it is a pleasure to finally have you here.” Delicately, his face formed one of slight confusion– or maybe pity– seeing I happened to be totally alone. Not even a maid to accompany me. “I am glad to see you arrived safely.”

Quickly, my body adjusted itself into a proper courtesy before I could’ve even realized I was being spoken to.

“I am truly grateful for the invitation, and it is an honor to be present.”

Fuck. They meant it when I wouldn’t have autonomy. I feel like a puppet.

Viscountess Ryu spoke next. She looks very kind. As to be expected from someone taking in a rather unfortunate girl for no benefit at all. She, unlike her husband, was laying it on a bit thick, though. As if she was worried I would come to dislike them immediately if she did not try and extend some type of common courtesy. As if she was trying to compensate for a sin she did not commit, but wanted to amend. “If you would like, you could be shown to your room now. I’m very sure you are tired from-”

“Unnie!”

Suddenly, the very articulated porcelain doll ran towards me. It was just then that I realized I truly was abnormally tall for a femme-protagonist even factoring in the doll being roughly 13 or 14. I really do have to look fully down to see this child’s face properly. Abruptly and unceremoniously, she grabbed my arm and started bouncing.

How excitable.

“You took soooo long! I started to think you got lost, or maybe ran off somewhere! Or-”

“Ryu Yeonwoo! What are you doing?” The formerly gentle, almost alarmingly docile Viscountess made a sour face. Some mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. I’d assume this child was given a long talking to about not doing this exact thing. “You cannot grab onto a guest like that!”

Cartoonishly, the doll rolled her eyes, emphasizing it by moving her entire head along with the gesture. “I don’t see a guest. She’s living here, Mama.” Ignoring the continued scolding of her mother– with her father attempting to do the same to no effect–, she looked up at me. “I’m showing you around. I'll show you all the places to hide and sneak out, too.”

She really is a child.

I assumed it would be a servant showing me around. Why would a child of the family be taking on a servant’s job? … Well. She has plenty of energy.

Against my will, mostly due to the game removing my autonomy, I was dragged up the long flight of stairs by the doll. There was a moment of bickering before she was waved off, her parents left behind to massage their temples and direct what little luggage there was to a bedroom.

She stopped suddenly. “This is the hall, obviously.” Pointing with her available arm, she aimed to the right and began walking again. “That’s where the drawing room is, and through there is the library. On the left there is the dining room… A little farther away there is where Mother likes to stay during the day…” As she spoke, I was properly led to each area.

She gave a bit too much information each time, and I absolutely will not be bothered to retain any of it. Somewhere was a restroom, there were a few dining halls, maid’s rooms, the kitchen was quite large and I was told exactly where they hide the pastries from her… Clearly it is not an effective hiding place. She had me swear to tell her where it is if they move it again.

The child was very thorough. I see why she was the one assigned this task by the game. It is a shame I absolutely will not remember any of it.

“Do you want to see the garden? It is lovely, especially around this time of year!” Do I even have a choice? I physically can’t say no. We have been going on for so long. I nodded, a smile being added for friendliness. I am not sure if she has noticed how little I am talking. “I promise it is beautiful. Our gardener is strict with upkeep, and- Oh, I’ll just show you.”

I guess instead of wandering off on my own and encountering Ryu Chungwoo that way, as happened in the game, I will be guided to him by his sister.

Without as much of a break, I was taken to the back door. Multiple staff members gave me pitying smiles, trying to say ‘we all go through it, you’ll be okay’.

I am curious about where her energy limit is. This is impressive to me. We have run through most of the house by this point, and it seems like she won’t ever reach an end. My feet hurt.

“I think Oppa is out here, actually…” Yeonwoo started. Briefly, I saw a hint of mischief in her eyes. “He is very rude for not greeting you, I would say. I should take you with me to scold him.”

The last thing I want is to meet a capture target right now. I would’ve been forced to somehow as the plot demands, but come on…

I literally can’t say no to this.

So, I smiled, and the kid dragged me off with her.

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Ryu Yeonwoo is a very spiteful child. 

It is very funny.

She has gone on for a few minutes trying to apologize for her dear brother’s forgetfulness… while using it as an excuse to promote herself. 

“Oppa really should keep better track of time,” she shook her head, a clearly insincere frown painted on her face. “He likes to be outside most days, but seriously… How rude! I was so excited last night that I couldn’t even sleep!”

Really? So this is you… when you’re tired? 

I think she is lying to me. Or at least exaggerating. 

She seems like the type to get tangled up in her blankets, fanned out like a starfish, and snoring obnoxiously like a rich little girl would. Like a quirky Disney protagonist, she’d wake up with a deadly bed head wiping saliva off her cheek. Best part? She thought she stayed up late, but her definition of “late” is 11pm. 

To summarize: a child. 

A notably amusing child. I’ll give her that much.

Ryu Yeonwoo has been trying to explain the layout of the garden to me. Admittedly, I wasn’t paying close attention mostly because it seems like my body is the one being taught the lesson instead of me. It was unnatural feeling this body move without any cues from myself. 

“This is my favorite spot, Unnie.” We stopped abruptly before a gazebo where I would assume the family sat to have tea or meals together, decorated in, you guessed it, lilacs. It looked homey and made a nice centerpiece in the garden. 

The doll tilted her head to the side. “It’s beautiful, right?” 

“Mm.” I nodded. The gesture felt clunky only because internally I was not moving. I wonder if that impression was left, but Ryu Yeonwoo wouldn’t notice anyways. The sound of agreement made the child happy and she continued talking about more fun facts about the landscaping. 

My attention was pulled back to Ryu Yeonwoo when she gasped dramatically. 

“Oppa is over there!” 

Looking to where she pointed towards, I saw Ryu Chungwoo in the flesh. He had dark blue hair similar to his sister’s, though he had more color to his skin compared to her. As shown in the game, he had a gentle face that was slightly offset by his height and build.

Before I could make more notes, there was a block of text that appeared in front of my face. If I could have, I would have jumped back in surprise. 

[A cool, comforting breeze flew across the garden. Ryu Chungwoo stood up ahead, setting down whatever weight he held carefully with his left hand, his face momentarily showing one of slight discomfort before it touched the ground. He ran his hand through his hair, shaking it quickly to make use of the breeze and cool his scalp. Then, looking up with his eyes closed, Ryu Chungwoo wiped the back of his hand on his forehead. He missed a few drops, the light shimmering in the beads of sweat running down his face framing his soulful eyes. Ryu Chungwoo breathed in and out slowly. He then sighed, looking downward and away from the sun when his eyes opened. Carelessly, his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing much of his impressively toned body. It was already clear by the forearms exposed from rolled-up sleeves, but who doesn’t mind more “evidence”? Ryu Chungwoo glistened under the sun’s unforgiving rays, making him seem almost inhumane, almost akin to a wonderfully carved sculpture of one’s muse. Undoubtedly, he spent most of his time outdoors exercising. Whatever it was that he did, it worked magnificently.] 

There are not enough words to describe the anguish I am in. 

Why did they set text to appear in a scene I am seeing with my own eyes? Was that really necessary? 

Why is glitter and flower petals everywhere now?

At least the game is hiding my true expression. I doubt that would be appreciated in this scenario. I do not think I have deadpanned any harder in my entire life. And I am a 29 year old man. I have seen things, you know. 

I cannot believe I was forced to read those words with my own two eyes. They should be removed. 

Ryu Chungwoo’s peripheral vision is sharp. He saw myself and his sister approaching from the absolute corner of his eye. 

After jumping back slightly, he turned around. His hands worked fast to button his shirt closed. Remarkably quick. He must’ve set a record of some kind. 

“Yeonwoo?”

He pushed his hair back while he could. He must’ve been outside for a few hours; his hair was damp. Though, with otome logic, he somehow was not sunburnt even slightly. 

Lucky bastard. 

“Oppa!” Initially, she looked happy, but she quickly frowned as heavily as she could and turned away. “You didn’t come out at all! You are very rude. How do you get so distracted? And you are a mess!” To earn some points, Ryu Yeonwoo smiled at me, as though she was not attempting to embarrass her brother for his forgetfulness. I saw her fight off a bit of a smirk. Her drill-like pigtails looked like downward turned horns suddenly. “I was 15 minutes early.” 

I shook my head. “That wasn’t necessary.” Still, the child was happy. Good for her. 

“If you were that early, why didn’t you fetch me, then? You wanted me to look rude, judging by how you’re holding the poor lady hostage.” I wouldn’t say hostage. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome kicked in. But he had a point. Why did she not remind him? 

Sibling things, I’m sure. 

“You’re forgetting to introduce yourself, Oppa.” She clicked her tongue twice and shook her head mockingly. This kid really does have an attitude on her. “What would you do without me? You can’t even remember that.” 

Momentarily, Ryu Chungwoo looked embarrassed. Yes, he did forget to greet me. Yes, he wasn’t even there when I was welcomed. He mumbled ‘ah’, swallowed, and nodded his head down in a formal greeting. He placed a hand on his chest– partly to cover himself further– and his hair fell into his face again. 

“I am very sorry for not greeting you with my family,” Ryu Chungwoo looked up properly. “I am Ryu Chungwoo, although I’m sure you knew that already.” He chuckled and glanced at his sister who, somehow, was still holding onto my arm. 

Like a koala.

“Ah.” I’m not enjoying the scripted reactions I am having. “I-“ 

“You don’t have to introduce yourself, Unnie.” Ryu Yeonwoo cut me off rather rudely. “He already knows about you. Obviously, since you’re staying here.” 

I finally was allowed to react the way I felt; Park Moon’s face made one of confusion. “I should still introduce myself.” 

Both siblings shook their heads. 

“Lady Park Moon.” Ryu Chungwoo made the name not sounds totally absurd by saying it so sincerely. “That is your name, correct?” 

He is glowing. My eyes hurt. 

“Yes, it is.” Park Moon straightened her posture slightly. I didn’t realize I’d been slouching. 

Ryu Chungwoo smiled politely. “Then there is no reason to introduce yourself.”

Whatever makes you happy. “Alright, then.” 

The awkwardness must have been one sided. Ryu Chungwoo seemed pleased and did not seem to be feeling uncomfortable at all. 

I heard quick footsteps approaching when Ryu Chungwoo seemed to be about to speak.

“My Lady,” a servant began, “I was told to show Lady Park to her bedroom.”

Ryu Yeonwoo frowned dramatically and groaned. Her sparkling brother laughed lightly at her, upsetting her more. “Are you tired, Unnie?” 

Yes I am. So much so I could explode. 

“Either way you should be shown to your room, yes?” Ryu Chungwoo answered for me in a way that felt odd. This game really wasn’t in favor of Park Moon speaking much. I nodded– god, the amount of nodding I am doing is absurd–, and Ryu Chungwoo gently pulled his sister off of me. “You need to learn manners.”

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong, Oppa. I was being very helpful, actually!” 

“Yeonwoo…” 

The siblings were left to bicker as the servant approached me. “Follow me, please.” 

Thank god. I’ll get to lay down.

I followed along, the sound of back and forth bickering fading out as I approached the house.

~

“Your room, My Lady.” The servant opened the door and allowed me in. “You will be assigned a maid tomorrow. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you.” That was all I could say. I wanted to ask this servant what her name was, but I was not able to get the words out. 

The door was closed quietly and I was left to my thoughts. 

Suddenly, my head twitched. It hurt. Then, the rest of this body jerked. 

It seems I have been given my autonomy back. 

Why didn’t the game warn me? This game likes to aim below the belt. 

I wasn’t given the warning I was promised, damnit. 

My first action inside this room was to decompress. And analyze a few things.

Firstly, the Ryu family. 

The Viscount is the ideal head of house. Cool headed, kind, and responsible. The traits passed down to his son, which isn’t all that surprising considering the Viscountess is equally as pleasant. Their daughter inherited all the energy, but she is no less intelligent than the rest of them judging by how she seems to outsmart them frequently. All and all, a good host family and an even better introduction. 

Their kindness was supported by the room they have provided.

There was a fireplace on one wall, with two chairs and a small table in front of it. Nearby, there was a small desk positioned where I could see the door with candles placed in intricate holders. The bed looked typical for the era; there was a canopy with lace details that made the bed feel like it was its own space entirely. There was even a mirror tucked away in the corner where I won’t be staring at it while I sleep. The suitcase Park Moon had was placed next to the armoire. Curiously, I opened the bag to discover nothing was inside.

They even had someone sort my items for me, huh? 

It must’ve been easy. Park Moon exited the carriage with a single bag. I don’t think there was anything past essentials inside. I wasn’t allowed to pick it up, but it did look particularly light. 

Well, it also had to be considering Park Moon is thin. 

Secondly… Park Moon’s appearance. 

In the full length mirror, I could get a proper look at the girl. She looked a little too pale now that I’m paying closer attention, and she really was hardly above skin and bones. For someone so tall, I do not know how she survived likely being around the weight of someone several centimeters shorter. 

I’m guessing she skipped meals often in favor of maintaining the house. 

Her clothing also didn’t perfectly fit; the gloves she wore were slightly loose, and the dress was as well. Again, I have to assume it’s due to how thin she is. Either it was old clothes she’s only wearing now, or it’s something she bought quickly and didn’t bother to have fitted, hoping she would come to fit them eventually. Regardless, that isn’t particularly a good look for a noble woman. 

… I doubt I will be allowed to dress in ill-fitted clothes even if it is to have me grow into them. I don’t think someone like Park Moon could realistically hold onto much weight to begin with. Her bone structure tells me she has always been thin. 

How does the man look? Well, how do I look, technically speaking. That’s supposed to be me. 

I blinked and the image in the mirror changed. 

[<Park Moondae>]

Park Moondae?

They gave him a name?

Well. 

That Park Moondae guy looks like he skipped meals, too. 

Why do kids hate eating? 

Park Moondae seems to be the gender-bent version of Park Moon, so maybe I should not be referring to them as two separate beings.

But seriously, how did Park Moon survive? Maybe that was also why the Ryu family looked alarmed when I stepped out. I doubt they expected their guest to show up practically emaciated.  

The only thing that made either of these faces look alive was the baby fat that persisted against all logic. Otherwise, they’d look dead. It made me a bit uncomfortable to stare for too long now that the thought of how weak this body is was in my head.

A sudden wave of fatigue hit me as my thoughts spiraled. I made my way to the bed. This body was not made for so much work and stress. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy, and somehow this thin body felt like it weighed a ton.

I laid down and sighed. But, another blue box appeared in front of my face again. It was ungodly bright and disturbed what would have been a well deserved rest.

[Welcome!

The <Prologue Event (1)> has concluded.

<Prologue Event (2)> will begin tomorrow.  

In between major events, unless stated otherwise, you will be able to behave semi-freely .  

In order to access the ‘Main Menu’ please say/think ‘status menu’ or ‘main menu’ to summon it. 

When you complete tasks/complete an achievement, you will be offered <1 point> to use as you see fit.

If you wish to see ‘current tasks’, please say/think that command.

For further instructions, please click here for support, or say/think ‘support’.]

Points?

That was not in the game originally.

The main menu in the game showed relevant information on each character– the protagonist included. That isn’t a priority.

Current tasks.

The game did not have a task menu originally. It didn’t need one. Therefore, I have to look at that first.

The menu began to load immediately. 

When the menu loaded, there was a pop up that blocked out what seemed to be a normal menu.

[ !Error! 

There is an unknown task taking precedent.

Please wait.]

An error? 

Is this not just an otome game? How can there possibly be an error with the task menu? Especially this early? 

[Thank you for waiting.]

[Tasks:

… 

!OUTBREAK!: <COURT OR DIE!> 

If you do not receive a confession from a capture target– or provide a confession to a capture target yourself– within the time limit, you will die.

Time Remaining: D-365 ]

… No fucking way. 

What is on the Main Menu then? Why make it a point to direct me there in this case?

“Main menu.” 

My throat is dry. My head hurts. What the hell is this? 

What is wrong now?

[Name: Park Moon (User Park Moondae)

Age: 20 

Rank: Baroness 

Selected Target: TBA (encountered: ⅕)

! Status Abnormality ! : Court or Die]

As expected, my profile is strange. Ryu Gunwoo is not written at all. Other than that, the plain profile matches what was shown in the game. 

But why am I “user” Park Moondae? 

Did this game assume that I am him? How would I be him, though? Why am I not Ryu Gunwoo? 

He is a real person. 

That’s why Park Moon and Park Moondae look so similar. 

He’s a real living person. 

I swallowed. I squeezed my eyelids shut as if that would make the realization go away.

There must have been some type of error that caused me to wake up not only as Park Moon, but as this Park Moondae guy.

But how would that happen? How does a program like this manage to make such a monumental error? And what happened to the original Park Moondae if I am somehow him?

… And why the hell do I have to date someone? As if there isn’t enough to stress about.

Before I could begin to think further, the weak body of Park Moon suddenly fell asleep. 

I guess it was too much to bear for her, too. 

Chapter Text

When I woke up, I was blinded by the unforgiving morning sun. 

Someone pulled the blinds. Who did that?

“My Lady? Are you awake?” A woman spoke as she stepped closer to the bedside. “I didn’t mean to wake you! I’m very sorry!” 

Maybe don’t yell if you don’t want to wake me up. 

Groggily and reluctantly, I sat up. This made the girl deflate and she pushed me down. I bounced right back into the pillows. It really didn’t take much effort. The ease made both of us momentarily surprised. Though, I think the girl was more shocked that she did such a thing to begin with. 

“You need to rest more! I only pulled the blinds so when you woke up it wouldn’t be so dark… the curtains are heavy and block out much of the sunlight…” she whined. 

“Thank… you?” I don’t know what time it is, so I don’t know what the appropriate response should be. “What is the time?” 

When I looked properly at this girl, she looked fairly young; she had to be around the same age as Park Moon, if not slightly younger. She wore traditional lady’s maid clothing, so I have to assume this kid is the one the other servants decided should work for me. 

The girl stepped back with her hands clasped together when I sat up again, likely not wanting to run the risk of pushing me down and upsetting me. “It is roughly 1 o’clock, my Lady.”

I slept for that long? “I missed breakfast.” 

This body can’t take missing any more meals. Especially given what happened last night… I fell asleep without ever eating dinner. The stress of the situation made me fall right asleep. I didn’t even realize until now. 

“No!” She shook her head aggressively, almost making her headpiece fly off. She fixed it quickly. “Your breakfast can be made quickly! The Viscountess said to not wake you any earlier than noon.” 

Any earlier than noon? 

I guess the Viscountess assumed the worst of my disposition. And she was right. I could sleep for longer, but I think I’d only feel worse if I tried. 

“I see.” I looked down at my hands. My very thin hands. I need to put weight on quickly. “Could I get something to eat now?” 

“Of course! I-I’ll tell someone right away!” She rushed off without another word, accidentally closing the door too harshly on her way out. I heard mumbles of a conversation between people, and I assume she will be back soon. 

Well then. I guess it is time to strategize. 

There is nothing I can do about being this Moondae guy. At least I am assuming there is nothing to be done. All the menus are very basic and I cannot access the profile of the user as this game never had one to begin with. 

Maybe they threw me into whatever available user profile there was? 

… But why wouldn’t they just use mine? 

It really didn’t make sense. 

The only thing I knew for sure was that I am him until further notice. All I can do is hope that— if this Park Moondae kid is somehow still alive as himself— he’s alright. 

But, until further notice, I am him. I… am Park Moondae. There is no Ryu Gunwoo here. Only me. Park Moondae. 

… Ugh. 

I just don’t understand. 

There’s nothing I can do about this. I am only grateful for the fourth wall separating me from the protagonist. Being called her name is annoying, but if I think of it more as a nickname for myself, it is a bit less weird. God, what else…

…I still have that stupid status abnormality. 

I cannot click it for further details. It is just there, menacingly threatening my life as if I asked to be here. 

The game seems like it wants me to meet every capture target, too. 

The counter next to the “selected target” tag said everything. A cop-out cannot happen. I have to properly meet each capture target first. 

Originally, before a route was selected, this was what happened. You had to meet everyone before picking, obviously. But I am still annoyed. I have to wait for the capture target selection menu. 

Stupid game. Stupid blog. Stupid everything. 

At least I will be eating well. 

Someone knocked on my door before it opened. The girl was back with a tray of food on top of a bed table. 

The meal was simple; it was fluffy bread with butter on the side and tea. Filling, but light. 

Probably didn’t want to overload Park Moon’s system, either. 

I sat up properly when the girl reached the bedside to set it down. 

“Thank you.” 

She nodded earnestly. “You are very welcome!” 

I began to eat. I was trying to be mindful of how fast I ate due to not knowing the last time Park Moon had a meal. Though…

I need this girl to stop staring at me. 

I feel like an animal at the zoo. Being watched while you eat is uncomfortable. 

… I don’t have the patience to explain to this girl to stop watching me. 

“This meal is good, yes?” She sounded like she was begging for the answer to be yes. 

I swallowed a mouthful and hummed. “It is good.” 

The girl clapped her hands happily before promptly stopping. She did not stop watching me eat, which disappointed me. 

Between forkfuls of food, I spoke again. I feel obligated to talk if she is going to stay. “What is your name?” 

“Huh?” She tilted her head similarly to a dog before realizing what I said. “My name!” 

… Yes, your name. 

She moved from the bedside. She cleared her throat and bowed. “Park Minha is my name.” 

Same last name? I would think the game would change that. 

“Should I call you Minha-yah?” If I’m going to see a lot of her, I might as well call her by her name. 

Park Minha smiled. “Yes! Please! Be as comfortable as you wish!” She clapped her hands together happily. 

She’s very friendly. 

She must be new to the job. Or maybe that’s how every servant in this house is. 

I put another forkful of food into my mouth and swallowed it. “Minha-yah, can I ask you a question?”

“Yes! Of course!”

“Is there anything I will have to do today?” 

She hummed thoughtfully and tilted her head. “I don’t think so? I wouldn’t imagine you have a schedule planned.” Park Minha thought some more. “But… I do think the Viscountess had something to do with you, though…” Park Minha glanced at the armoire and back to me. I put more food in my mouth to avoid needing to answer her. “I think she has plans to send you to a dressmaker? I am not very sure…”  

So I do have plans. 

Current Tasks. 

The menu appeared quickly. 

[Task Menu

1. Attend scheduled outing {<Prologue Event (2), part 1>}

*All tasks are subject to change as Event takes place]

A capture target is surely going to be introduced during that outing. 

The Event End menu did mention the scheduled event was today. 

Well, I need to meet everyone quickly. If I can’t decide before meeting everyone, I rather bump into the next one soon.

“When I am finished eating,” I put more food in my mouth and rudely spoke with my mouth full, “check my schedule.” I swallowed and it went down hard, so I took a sip of tea before continuing. “If I have plans, I want to handle them quickly.” 

Meaning: I need this game to throw the next capture target at me already. 

Park Minha jumped up at the request. “I will check now! I will be back soon.” She bowed deeply before speeding out of the room again, mindful of not slamming the door a second time by comically slowing down as she shut the door. 

She is quite the character. 

She is diligent, at least. I can deal with her bubbly nature so long as she works hard. 

Let’s get this over with.

I have a capture target to meet.

~

“Goodness, you are so thin!” The dressmaker took the measuring tape from Park Moon’s waist, wide eyed and acutely concerned. “I’ve never met someone with this thin of a waist! You don’t even need a corset! It might crush you!” 

Park Minha stepped over to stare at the number herself and gasped, then quickly apologized. She was brought along for a reason I am not aware of. The Viscountess, who was sitting down, eyed me for a moment before speaking. “Make one anyways. It will be needed later.” 

The seamstress nodded dutifully, looking up from her notepad where she wrote Park Moon’s measurements. I glanced at it quickly and hoped the surprise didn’t show on my face. I’ve been given semi-autonomy. 

Christ. 

I really have no clue how Park Moon is capable of doing anything. There is no world where being that small is healthy. 

I really do need to bulk up.

I am not as little as Park Moon, but I’m not doing much better. Quick math tells me Park Moon is the female equivalent measurements to me. 

This will require a lot of work.

“Of course, my Lady!” She set the notepad down and rushed behind a counter to grab something. “You could now start to go through this, if you’d like, my Lady.” I was handed what must have been a design catalog and then given a hand to help me step down. The heavy-set woman must have been too scared to let me do it myself and beat Park Minha to it. “Please, take a seat! I will check to see if we have the fabrics you requested.” 

The Viscountess nodded a thank you before moving herself over so I would have more room to sit.

I really don’t need all that extra space. 

“You can pick whichever you’d like,” she leaned forward slightly to look me in the eyes, as my head was down looking at the catalog cover. “You will need quite a few, so pick a good lot.” When our eyes met, I got a strange feeling in my stomach. Something in between discomfort and intrigue. 

I can’t look at her for too long. It’s like she’s staring through my soul. 

“Minha-yah,” I turned myself to where she was standing. I could feel her staring, so why not include her? “I would like your opinion. I do not know much about fashion.” 

Park Minha perked up immediately. “I will try my best!” 

I opened the catalog and began to flip through it. I’d stop occasionally as Park Minha reacted to things. She has a very specific taste. It was amusing that she tended to favor things that she would later be punished for choosing by having to help me get into it. The Viscountess would chime in occasionally, and I went along with whatever she suggested. 

“This would flatter you,” she pointed at the drawing of the dress with her index finger, notably not looking at me as she spoke, “you have the correct bone structure. When you put on some more weight, you will fill it out nicely.” I felt her carefully eye Park Moon’s body before she nodded in approval of her assessment. There was a hint of concern in her eyes as she looked. “You should get it in pink. It will flatter the details as well.” The sentence came out awkwardly. 

I hummed in feigned agreement. I really have no clue what I am looking at. 

Though… She has good taste, too. This isn’t ugly, especially compared to a few of these... And the pink does bring out the more delicate details, now that she mentions it…

Whatever the wallet says will go. 

“My, you really do have an eye for style, my Lady!” Park Minha chirped, slightly clunkily. The Viscountess laughed politely, amused by her but emitting an ambiguous energy despite that. “Light colors would look wonderful on her, right? With such pale skin and light hair, it really would make her seem angelic…” She forgot I’m here. “Maybe you should also get one in lilac? Or a pale blue?” 

The Viscountess answered for me, despite opening my mouth to reply. “Lilac would be nice as well. We will have color samples to see what else will suit you.” She answered looking down at her folded hands, which struck me as odd, but I had no time to think about it. On cue, the dressmaker reentered with a pile of fabrics, quickly yet neatly clipped from a longer roll to make color selection easier. 

The dressmaker bowed her head apologetically. “I’m very sorry for the delay, my Lady! My assistant placed the fabrics in the incorrect place… she’s a doll, but she is very airheaded at times!” She set down the fabric pieces on the table. I picked a few up immediately and handed them to Park Minha, who raised them near my face to decide if the color was right. 

I understand you, dressmaker. 

We will not discuss the rest of my morning prior to arriving here. Park Minha… She is fortunate that she is too young and inexperienced for me to wish to scold. Even her behavior now is arguably not proper. 

“Please, don’t apologize. It gave us plenty of time to discuss what we will be purchasing.” Viscountess Ryu waved her hand, a friendly smile that radiated familiarity eliminating any tension. “And your assistant is young, no? Mistakes are common, Miss Choi.” 

It felt like Viscountess Ryu was referring to myself and Park Minha as well, but I will ignore that. I picked up the pile of fabrics Park Minha deemed worthy and put them on my lap. I handed her another small stack shortly after. It’s like I am occupying a child. 

The Viscountess and the dressmaker got to talking about what dresses were chosen. The Viscountess moves quickly and swiftly; I hadn’t noticed she had taken the catalog until she flipped to the earliest page of her choices. It is now evident where her daughter got her sneakiness from. 

It felt like I was only present to be an accessory. The only words I spoke were greetings and one question and statement to Park Minha. 

I stopped paying attention after a while. 

~

All three of us walked out of the shop tired. Park Minha shut the door behind us. Viscountess Ryu made a humming sound when the door clicked shut. 

“Park Minha,” she started, “please make sure to bring the deliveries to her room when they arrive.”

“Of course, my Lady!” 

Viscountess Ryu looked at me. “If there are any problems, tell me immediately. You will be wearing those for hours, so they must be comfortable. ” 

“I doubt there will be any trouble. Miss Choi seems very diligent.” I wasn’t lying. Though, part of my statement came from me assuming the game wouldn’t allow me to have any non-scripted issues. 

The Viscountess nodded, pleased with that reply. She walked next to me as Park Minha followed two steps behind. “We need to get you new shoes as well. Oh, and while we are out, you should get some jewelry as well…” She trailed off, listing things she would need to get for Park Moon in a way that gave me deja vu. Mother like daughter, I guess. 

I guess I shouldn’t comment on the shoes thing. 

Park Moon is very, very tall. Especially for a woman. I think getting shoes with a heel larger than half an inch is playing a dangerous game. Men might have their egos bruised. Though, if they care, they probably deserve being upset over it.  

As we walked to the next shop Viscountess Ryu settled on, a sudden tension overtook my body. As though someone reconnected the strings to direct me where to go like a puppet. 

A main event. 

The blue textbox of the main menu appeared. 

[Task Menu

1. Attend scheduled outing {<Prologue Event (2), part 1>} [COMPLETENESS, 100%**]

2. Make your way to the bookstore {<Prologue Event (2), part 2>}

*All tasks are subject to change as Event takes place

** Although this is 100%, there are still tasks you must complete]

“Viscountess Ryu, may I make a request?” I didn’t even realize I was speaking until the textbox vanished to allow me to see her face. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I did spend plenty of time not doing anything of use with Miss Choi. Would it be possible to stop at that store there?” My hand loosely gestured to the bookstore across the street, then bound itself bashfully to my other hand. “There is a novel I haven’t had a reason to purchase.” 

Park Moon’s first request as herself is related to a capture target. 

Somehow, that made me a little sad. 

The Viscountess’s eyes lit up in a way I did not anticipate. “Well! That sounds like a good idea.” She smiled and nodded her head, almost giddily. “I should have had you take something from the library prior to leaving, but if there is something you’d like, then I suppose everything worked out, then!” 

She must have felt bad for me sitting there like that. 

Maybe that’s why she was so awkward. 

“Come,” for the first time, Viscountess Ryu touched me. She interlocked our arms. I felt slightly bad for Park Minha who could not join. “Let’s head there now.” 

Again, with a strong sense of deja vu, we led to the bookstore, directly in the path of a capture target. 

I wonder if I will be able to talk this time. 

… I hope not.

Chapter Text

A bell chimed as the bookstore’s door was opened. Park Minha allowed myself and Viscountess Ryu to enter before returning to her spot behind us. The door was closed and the bell rang again. 

“You know where the novel is, correct?” The Viscountess let go of my arm and tilted her head. 

“I think I do,” Park Moon’s eyes looked around the store. It had a very beautiful interior. It had a comfortable feeling to it, and each aisle was labeled meticulously. “The signs certainly help.” 

“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” The Viscountess turned to Park Minha, who immediately fixed her posture upon attention being placed on her. “Let’s find someplace to sit.”

Park Minha bowed her head slightly. “Yes, my Lady.” I almost couldn’t recognize her not being so bubbly. 

I waited for both to walk off before I felt myself be directed to wherever this book was. There was a pep in my step as I was tugged around, eyes tracing each shelf. Truly, everything was beautiful. The warm atmosphere made the way I felt like a puppet vanish momentarily. There were a few books I’d like to grab when I can move around more freely. I wonder how many of these books would have words if I was to open them. The game was now “reality”, so would they all be filled? What would they say? I can’t help but wonder. 

Eventually, I stopped and looked at one of the signs. 

“Poetry” . 

This area seemed to be very well loved. It looked like they would need to restock sometime soon. 

So that's who I’ll be meeting. 

Park Moon walked into the aisle and immediately began looking around. I don’t know the title of what she was looking for, but I did happen to know the author. 

“Bae”. 

It was an obvious pen name. 

The only thing known about him is that he is a man, and it is assumed he is young. His poetry mostly consists of rather heavy and emotional topics written in a highly romantic manner. Bae’s writing occasionally dips into being gothic, but it still feels oddly comforting and delicate at the same time. He speaks of the burden of life in flowery metaphors that make it digestible, and popular with the women of the ton. I am not sure if it was his intention, but his writings seem to resonate with women the most; the way he describes his feelings of immobility and helplessness ring true for how I’m sure plenty of women feel. But, it is not to say all his pieces are within that realm. They tackle loneliness, questions of identity and what it means to belong.

It makes a lot of sense why Park Moon would be seeking out his work in particular. Though, she seems to be having a hard time finding the specific one she wants. I have wandered up and down this specific aisle a few times, and Park Moon’s face has twisted into one of acute frustration the more times she was forced to restart her search. 

A voice appeared out of thin air, and Park Moon jumped. "You were searching for this, correct?" 

Here’s the man of the hour. 

The second capture target. Otherwise known as Count Lee Sejin A, or within fan forums, “Baese”. In this context, he would simply be Count Lee Sejin. 

He is not the capture target I selected. I don’t care for his personality.

Though, I’ll admit I never played his route. I’m going off screenshots without spoiler warnings. 

Oh my god, not another text box…

[An unfamiliar man is before you. Everything about his appearance was deliberate down to the expression he wore in this moment— intrigued, but only slightly, nervous, but only because he may be wrong. Oh, what if he was? How embarrassing… His face was jaw dropping; his eyes had the most lovely shade of brown in them, and he could not have been blessed with better facial proportions; he had been handcrafted with love. His hair, while styled well, offered shelter to the rest of his expression— the most important parts— his eyebrows and his eyes. His absolutely alluring eyes, sadly hidden slightly by his hair. He, despite his impeccable looks, seemed to want to hide. He wore darker colors that blend in with the rows of books on the shelves, making him look perfectly at home. If he wishes to hide, why step in? Was this an impulsive act of kindness? A knee-jerk response to seeing a young lady search helplessly? It seemed to be; he swallowed noticeably as he awaited your reply, growing more worried about his potential failure and intrusion.] 

This game gives him too much credit and gives me none. I wish they’d stop putting text boxes in front of my face. I can figure these things out myself. I’m an adult man in here, game. 

He’s trying to help me by giving me a book I was searching for, but yet he speaks as if I asked him to find it, and it is a chore to have to lift his fingers. Lee Sejin… he does not like people. His face looked slightly uncomfortable– almost sour– when my hand brushed his as I accepted the book. 

Don’t act like I’m dirty. You’re the one who went out of your way to help. 

“I was.” Respectfully, Park Moon stepped  back once she accepted the item. “Thank you, sir.” I was forced into a polite bow, although it was stiff due to how awkward she seemed to feel. 

It isn’t just you, Park Moon. 

Lee Sejin seems to feel awkward as well. 

His hand formed a first and he turned to clear his throat. He adjusted his facial expression skillfully, akin to an actor, which matched his face very well. “That one is popular,” he said as he carefully moved his eyes onto me, staring in such a way that made me feel strange. Not in a bad way, but I cannot identify if it is positive, either. It had a strong air of intention behind it. “I’m sure you will enjoy it.”

“So I have heard.” My posture was adjusted, making me now realize I stood slightly taller than Lee Sejin. My head tilted politely when my next line of dialogue was delivered. “Do you work here?” 

I cringed at the question, but contextually, it makes sense. Why else would he go out of his way to help? 

How else would he know what she was searching for? You’d have to either be an employee or the author in this scenario. 

Lee Sejin paused and his controlled expression faltered for a moment, making him look slightly bewildered. Maybe a hint of annoyance, too. “No, I am simply a passerby.” 

"Ah. I apologize." Park Moon’s eyes moved from Lee Sejin to the shelf next to her, body stiffening from discomfort and arms being pulled more tightly onto her body. She held the book close as some sort of defensive mechanism. I’m embarrassed too, Park Moon. "You sounded very... Qualified."

"Did I?" The way his voice pitched upwards made me confused if he was genuinely asking from confusion or rhetorically from offense. A Count being mistaken for a bookstore worker… This would surely make Park Moon into a joke for a short while if anyone else was around. 

I opened my mouth to reply, but Park Minha appeared with a squeak. “My Lady, are you-? Oh! Good evening, my Lord!” 

Park Moon’s face formed one of shock and she sputtered slightly before greeting the Count properly. Lee Sejin, who is allergic to normal social cues, stood there awkwardly. 

“Good evening to you as well.” He cleared his throat awkwardly again. 

“My Lady, the Viscountess wishes to go.” Park Minha looked to me as if I was her only means of escape. I cannot imagine being an average girl now faced with a Count in the most bizarre of places. “Are you ready to leave?”

“Yes, I am.” Park Moon looked back to Lee Sejin, whose discomfort was somehow more palpable. “Thank you again, my Lord. I hope you have a pleasant day.” 

Lee Sejin mumbled a response as I and Park Minha walked off. Park Minha continued to vibrate from sheer shock as we returned to the Viscountess’s side. I can’t help but wonder what else he wanted to say, but I simultaneously do not mind the shortness of our interaction. When it ended, I was permitted control of my body again. Unlike the first time, it was not so aggressive that it felt like my bones were snapping. 

Main Menu. 

[Name: Park Moon (User Park Moondae)

Age: 20 

Rank: Baroness 

Selected Target: TBA (encountered: ⅖)

!—NEW—! Points: 1 

! Status Abnormality ! : Court or Die]

Good. 

And I received a point for technically completing the outing. 

Two of five have been encountered. This makes up for the slow start of today, and will make the rest of today more bearable.

Quickly, the novel was paid for and we made our way to the next stop to continue a necessary shopping spree.

~

After all the shopping, the ride to the Ryu estate was quiet. Everyone was exhausted. I had made a good amount of progress on the book Count Lee Sejin plucked out of thin air. It is titled “ Lamentations” . It contained a collection of pieces, although it told an overarching story consisting of poems of varying lengths. The premise, so far, followed the story of a shadow and its sadness of being unable to belong with the “solid people”. Each poem was yet another thing the being found to be upset over, though sometimes the focus would be on internal conflicts the shadow was struggling to process as an outsider longing to be inside. 

“ ‘I am here, but no one sees me… And when they can, all they wish to do is ignore me, as they do their own shadow.’ “ …

If I am allowed to be honest, it is a very well done collection. Lee Sejin certainly is skilled. 

If he wasn’t trapped in an otome game as a capture target and published this, it would sell unfathomably well. 

It reminded me of Kafka. 

I am almost angry about how this idea is wasted being trapped in a world where no one outside of it will get to consume it. If I wasn't forced to put it down, I would keep reading. For someone who has absolutely no sense of how to engage with others, he has quite a way with words when given a pen and paper.

I was laying in bed reading when someone knocked on my door. It was a tad late, so I am not sure who would need me at this hour. 

“Park Moon?” The melodic voice of the Viscountess was the last one I expected. “Are you awake?” 

I jumped up, carelessly putting the book down with no regard to marking the page I was on. “Yes, I am. Come in, please.” 

This wasn’t in the game! 

I should’ve pretended I was asleep. I don’t know how to communicate with someone I haven’t needed to deal with even once outside of a controlled environment. 

Viscountess Ryu entered and shut the door behind herself quietly. She looked at me oddly, another one of her looks I could not identify due to its ambiguity. “I’m very sorry to bother you so late.”  

“It is alright. Is there something you need me for?” Is the game going to step in? I have no idea what the hell she would want or what to say. I offered a place for her to sit– the cushioned bench in front of the bed– and sat next to her. I hadn’t cared before, but despite her blatant anxiety, she still had quite the aura around her. It made it hard to speak. 

“Oh, nothing really…” She picked at her nails in a nervous tick. “I wanted to ask how you are feeling. You are comfortable, yes?” 

I answered too quickly. “I have no reason not to be.” …And too bluntly. Viscountess Ryu mumbled a surprised response and cleared her throat. 

“I was just… Worried, that’s all.” She smiled, but it only served to make her nerves more observable. “You slept very late.” 

“I am sorry about that. I did not mean to. I was very tired, I suppose.” Fuck, I don’t know what else to say. “I hope that didn’t upset anyone.”

“No, no. The only one upset was Yeonwoo, and that was only because she wanted to spend time with you.” She smiled briefly, and I tried to mirror the action. “Don’t fret. She is not upset anymore.” 

I wouldn’t expect her to stay mad. Ryu Chungwoo likely spoke to her about being too overbearing yesterday. “I’m glad. I was worried she would be hurt.” 

A fog of silence took over the area. Neither of us knew what to say to the other. 

… Why is she even here? I understand there is some concern, but she doesn’t seem to have a reason to appear in the middle of the night. Assuming she is worried about Park Moon due to her prior predicament, she is not doing a very good job of asking about that. 

The Viscountess, despite her elegant and controlled appearance, really doesn’t seem to know how to navigate social situations that are sensitive in this way. 

“I hope today was not too much.” Viscountess Ryu folded her hands on her lap. “I wanted to ask earlier…” She hesitated, and then did not say what I thought she would. “The novel you picked out. ‘ Lamentations’ ... what is that about?”

… What?

Of all things to ask about… 

“The… novel?” I blinked a few times to stall for time. That question was not one I had quickly prepared an answer for. “It is about a shadow.” 

Amazing answer. 

“A… shadow.” She raised a brow acutely. 

“A shadow around no other shadows.” I quickly tried to fix my answer. “Well, there are shadows, but no sentient ones. It’s the only one.” Game, help me.

Viscountess Ryu did not reply. She did not have a readable expression. 

I kept speaking. “It is a collection of poems about the shadow. About its life. How lonely it can be being the only one not like everyone else.”

“ ‘Only one not like everyone else’...” She broke eye contact. “How… sad.”

It only now dawned on me how concerning this must be for her with the knowledge that Park Moon picked it out. 

And that’s not even acknowledging how I occupied myself with it for most of the time out. 

Oops. 

I can’t do much to fix that one.

Why is the game not helping me? How am I supposed to know how to act right now?

“It is very well written.” 

“It seems like it would be.”

… The silence returned. 

I would like her to go away. I don’t know what to say that won’t make a bigger grave I’ll be shoved into. The game has disowned me. 

“If you would like, when I am finished, I do not mind letting you read it.” 

The Viscountess looked at me with her typical ambiguous gaze before answering. “I’ll try to make the time.” 

To ease the tension, I put on a pleased smile. “You’ll like it, I think. I might stay up reading at this rate.” That last part was thrown in to make her realize the time. 

“Oh, don’t do that! It is late already.” She stood up abruptly. She caught the hint. Good. “You should rest, truly. I’ll leave you to sleep.” 

We had a quick exchange of goodnight wishes before she hurried off. 

I laid right back in bed.

I accomplished nothing with that conversation. 

The first real chance I had to converse with someone properly and I learned nothing. 

Admittedly, I did not have a goal until she walked out of the room. If I was better prepared, I could have learned more about Park Moon’s situation, and by proxy my own. 

But why was I given complete control during this scene?! Without warning either!

With the novel being how it is, I unknowingly made things worse for myself. I blew it with the novel’s topic. The Viscountess is now less likely to tell me anything. 

She was the only opening I’ve had so far and I learned nothing! 

This game is comically cruel to me. Like I asked to be here! 

I have no clue how to get any useful information right now. I can’t even begin to think of something. Park Minha won’t have anything particularly useful, I can’t talk to anyone else… What am I meant to do now? 

And with that thought, the blue text box reappeared to guide me. 

Chapter Text

[How To Use Points ↓]

A guide! 

I thought there wouldn’t be one considering I wasn’t shown this when I received the point. At least someone was considerate enough to put in an explanation… This is a whole new feature. 

I clicked the downward arrow to extend the page. 

[With the use of “Points”, you may swap perspectives momentarily!]

Swap perspectives…? 

Now that is useful. This is the first time this game has been kind to me. 

[When you have obtained a “Point”, you may spend it on whichever unlocked AND available character , so long as you have enough points . The price of points needed may change.]

… The price increases as I use it. Figures. 

I am not sure why I expected kindness. This damn game. 

Either way, this is immensely useful. Especially if this implies that every character I interact with will be unlocked and available when needed. This is better than some gacha power up system for sure. I was a bit worried that would be the case. That wouldn’t be absolutely useful in this scenario. 

[Please select which character you wish to “witness”

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Points Menu

Character Availability:

Viscountess Ryu (1)

Park Minha (1)

Locked:

Viscount Ryu

Ryu Yeonwoo

Ryu Chungwoo

… ( ↓ extend page ) ] 

Huh. 

Park Minha is available. Well, she doesn’t have any use for me right now. 

But the Viscountess definitely does. 

She is the only character I have access to that can provide any information. Surely she would be a wise choice to spend my first point on.

But… Is it worth doing now, though? I did blow that conversation with her, but- 

[For your first “point” use, you have selected “Viscountess Ryu”.]

Like hell I did! I just thought of her! Why isn’t there a “cancel” button?!

[You have used 1 (one) “Point”. Enjoy your “observation”~!]

Fuck you! 

Before I could express my full thoughts, I blacked out. 

~

Viscountess Ryu closed the door behind her gently. She leaned against it and inhaled slowly, then exhaled at the same pace. She knew Park Moon had struggled plenty, but that novel's topic solidified her concerns. 

Park Moon… She will need a lot of care. 

She did want to read the novel. Only to see what is going on in that kid’s head! Viscountess Ryu doesn’t normally seek out sad things, which is why she was so hesitant. That, and she is very busy. 

Duchess Seon is hosting the first event of the season! Her good friend sent her an invite before everyone else to give her time for preparations for Park Moon. 

Duchess Seon truly is kind-! She thought at the time. She still feels that way, you know! 

It thankfully gave her time to prepare something for Park Moon. It won’t be anything ordered that day, but something in advance! Now, she hadn’t anticipated the kid being so small, so it has to be altered… but that doesn’t matter! Miss Choi works very fast! That was why they arrived so early! Miss Choi needed the measurements as soon as possible! 

… Meaning today, since the event is in two… Look, was it Viscountess Ryu’s fault that the event was moved up due to the Duchess’s son returning early?! Her friend apologized, yes, but still! She had no control over that! And she cannot be blamed for Park Moon… 

But maybe to a degree it is my fault that she is unwell. 

Viscountess Ryu’s heart felt heavy once again. Park Moon is the one and only child of her dear friend Baroness Park, and she somehow didn’t realize the girl had been alone since her death… If she can be blunt, she assumed the Barons had extended family that would default to caring for the girl. But no one at all…? And why did Park Moon stay by herself instead of coming here immediately…? Yes, the death of the Barons was sudden, but… why did that girl stay behind? She could have arrived as soon as her parents passed… 

But… maybe she blames us. 

She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed again.

“Why are you still at the door, Sooah?”  Her husband, who had returned from the restroom, was now on their bed. She did not need to answer for him to know why. “... You spoke to her.” 

She walked over to the bed and was welcomed into her husband’s arms. “I do not think that girl wants to be here.”

He began to rub her back as an act of comfort. “Well, she is here now. It would be impractical for her to leave.” Viscountess Ryu knew what that meant. ‘ It would be foolish for her to leave’. “Being here is good for her, and she seems to be very quick, so I am sure she knows that.”

“But will we be any good for her? Besides the obvious.” She tensed. “She still seems so… sad. The novel she got today confirmed it.” 

“That is not entirely a bad thing,” Viscount Ryu thought before continuing, “it allows us good insight in advance. You were too busy worrying to think of that, hm?” He said the question gently so as to make it clear he was not malicious. Not that he needed to. 

“You’re right.” During times like these, she found herself grateful for her more level-headed husband. She can be quick, too! She just… is more likely to be consumed by emotion. She is a mother, she can’t help that! “I just… I want things to go well for her.”

Her husband smiled. “They will, dear. Of course they will.” He kissed her on the head, nuzzling himself as close as he could manage. As happy as it made him, it made his dear Sooah even happier. 

Viscountess Ryu sighed again. Though, this time, she did feel assured that things will improve. They had to. The only way is up. 

~

I woke up with a gasp. 

It is now morning time. I am not sure if that is due to the perspective shift, or that because Park Moon likely fell asleep, therefore I did not wake up immediately after the “observation” was done. Park Minha is not here, so I am assuming I woke up much earlier than expected. 

Now, let’s think. 

Viscountess Ryu is worried. That makes sense. Duchess Seon’s Ball is in two– well probably one– day now. Meaning I will be meeting the third capture target very soon. 

But what does she mean by Park Moon “blaming them”? 

That is what I am stumped by. Would it be to blame for not seeking her out? She didn’t have any relationship with them in the game; they didn’t have sprites. Did Park Moon come here because she had run out of options? She had no choice; being on her own was no longer doable, and she needed to deal with the people she blames for whatever happened for her own benefit? 

… That doesn’t feel quite right, but it is all I have. It goes against the narrative of the game for sure. That is why I am taking that with a grain of salt. Park Moon never showed any animosity towards them in the game, and being in her head at times tells me she doesn’t dislike them. She never has a feeling of disliking when I am forced to play her part. Maybe it is closer to her not knowing the option was available, but I still feel no animosity. I would think I’d be forced to feel that if that was the scenario.

I am missing something, but I do not know what. 

This is a lot of information immediately. I’m sure they are holding a few things away from me. 

The main issue is when will I get more? And how? 

“Points Menu.” 

Points Menu

! You have no points !

Character Availability: 

Park Minha (1)

Character Unavailability: 

Viscountess Ryu (X - cooldown)

Locked:

Viscount Ryu

Ryu Yeonwoo

Ryu Chungwoo

… ( ↓ extend page ) ] 

The Viscountess has been marked unavailable. 

I cannot go back to her perspective until she is available, and I am sure she will take another point to access. 

What a bother.

… As of right now, the only information I can use relates to the Duchess. The first major event within the story is tomorrow. At this rate, I will meet a capture target a day. This is a very good pace. 

Seon Ahyeon has arrived early just like he did in the game. 

The story is sticking to its script so far. I was beginning to get worried that it would keep Seon Aheyon for too long and put a wrench in things. I really am relieved. 

Seon Ahyeon is the character I am the most familiar with. 

Why? 

… He is the capture target I chose during my playthrough. 

~

When I woke up fully, Park Minha took me to the dining room to eat breakfast with the Viscounts. Truthfully, I wanted to go. I need to somehow obtain perspective access to the Viscountess again. If I’m lucky, I could even get someone else within the family. Or a general servant other than Park Minha. Staying in my bedroom was not the practical way to go. 

Even though I would really like to stay in my room and wish I could have selected my presentation at the start of this game. God, I am still tired from yesterday’s escapades. Men don’t do that much shopping. 

“Eat well!” Park Minha whispered it quickly to me before returning to her obligatory respectful behavior. This girl thinks we are friends… I have known her for a day. What a strange girl. 

The Ryu siblings were talking amongst themselves only to be stopped by Ryu Yeonwoo’s dramatic gasp. 

“Unnie! Sit next to me!” She sat up from her seat excitedly. Ryu Chungwoo shushed her down into her seat. 

I took the seat next to the child to appease her. The game is leaving me to my own devices again. I have no choice but to be looking at her sparkling older brother thanks to my assigned seat.

“Good morning to you.” Ryu Chungwoo smiled at me. Christ, my eyes. “I hope you slept well.” 

“Good morning to you as well.” I smiled politely back. To avoid having to have an unscripted conversation with a capture target, I decided to amuse the child next to me. “You seem to be the most well-rested.” 

“I sleep very well, Unnie.” Ryu Yeonwoo has a lot of pride in the most random of things. 

Ryu Chungwoo laughed. “She sleeps like a rock. And she’s always halfway off the bed.” This guy really wants to talk.

“That’s not very good, Yeonwoo-yah.”

Ryu Yeonwoo was torn between being happy that I referred to her in a close manner and being mad at her brother. “And Oppa sleeps holding a pillow! Like a kid!” 

Ryu Chungwoo laughed. It was so ridiculous to him he didn’t even bother to form a defense. Or maybe it was true. I don’t know nor care. Do whatever you want.  He did seem a bit flustered, though.

“You’ve been sleeping well, correct?” He looked at me with his sparkly face. “I hope the change isn’t too uncomfortable.” 

Translation: ‘you cannot say you are uncomfortable here’. Good heads up, glitter boy. 

“I have been sleeping well. It is very comfortable here.” Translation: ‘message received, here is an ideal answer’. He smiled again and his parents entered. Breakfast can now be served.

… Why is no one talking. 

All they said was “good morning” and promptly started eating. This is awkward. I cannot keep saying pleasantries. 

Someone finally broke the silence. Thank God. “Tomorrow, Duchess Seon is hosting a ball.” Viscount Ryu elegantly fed himself in between sentences. “Park Moon, you are going, correct?” It sounded like he was forcing me into saying a yes, but the question had a hint of being unsure. 

“If I am allowed, I will happily go. I’m grateful for the invitation.” I want to cut my tongue out so these scenes can stop happening. 

The Viscount nodded, pleased with my answer and the reassurance that came with it. “Duchess Seon is a good host. Do not be nervous.” 

I won’t be, but thanks. I am a man on a mission. 

“Taewoo and I will be with you,” Viscountess Ryu smiled at me, mirroring her son’s typical blinding grin. I’m learning names today. Who would’ve thunk. “You will have a lovely time.” 

“Mother, I was speaking with Father last night.” Ryu Chungwoo started, setting down his cutlery for a moment, “and we both decided that I will be attending.” At once, everyone’s heads turned. Ryu Chungwoo looked around, paused on me, and then looked at his mother. “I think now would be a good time to be present at an event. It has been some time.” 

Viscount Ryu’s ever dutiful son is going to be an issue.

The attention that will be pouring onto him… Ugh.

I overlooked this entire thing since it had nothing to do with the route I picked; it only matters when you pick Ryu Chungwoo’s. His being there is almost entirely removed if you do not pick him, even though he is acknowledged to be going due to the odd writing of the Prologue in the game. If he is at this scene, a lot of people’s focus will be on him… and by proxy, me. I need a low profile to make my life easier, damnit. I don’t want people paying attention to me since you’re back after so long due to “mysterious circumstances”, Ryu Chungwoo. 

I have to pray his route’s moments don’t overlap too heavily with Seon Ahyeon’s. I have to meet him as soon as possible.

“Well!” Viscountess Ryu was the next to speak. She looked overjoyed to hear that her son would be attending. I’m sure she has talked him up to many mothers. Now’s finally the time to market her son properly. “That is lovely, Chungwoo. Truly!” 

Her husband nodded. “It is about time you start to socialize again. I hope you enjoy yourself.” He quickly said sorry to his dearest wife for not mentioning it prior. This sugary sweet interaction is making my teeth hurt. Park Moon pushed her food around while staring at the plate. I could feel the lack of appetite. At least she wasn’t acting like a certain someone next to her.

“I wish I could go.” Ryu Yeonwoo poked at her food dramatically and rested her face on her hand. Her mother tried to make a comment about her elbow on the table but it went unnoticed. “Unnie, you have to tell me all about it. Please?” Don’t blink at me with puppy eyes, kid. Stop being a manipulator. 

“I will.” I’ve been manipulated by a teenage girl. “Please take your elbow off the table. And don’t play with your food.” I restored order to the world. Like a good kid, she listened. 

Viscountess Ryu seemed even happier to see her daughter properly listening, even if it wasn’t to her. “Tomorrow is going to be lovely !” She didn’t seem to be speaking to anyone in particular, but the table began to buzz again with sweet conversations I hardly participated in. The siblings bickered in between the parents’ conversation… Park Moon’s lack of appetite returned, and I simply observed

Tomorrow will have to go well. It has to. 

… But for now, I have to get through this meal. I forced down food against my will. That’s the only way away from this table.

Chapter Text

Everyone is staring. 

I can feel every single pair of eyes on me. Can anyone in this ballroom blink?

Clinging on Ryu Chungwoo’s arm doesn’t help, but God help these people learn to not stare. 

I wasn’t prepared to be escorted by this guy. 

I think this is the beginning of my intelligence declining. Truly, I don’t know how something like this slipped my mind. I was caught up in the fancy dresses and mother-daughter bickering, sure, but come on. Rookie mistake. 

Well, I guess technically I am a rookie. Whatever. This whole thing is ridiculous.

“All these people do is stare.” Ryu Chungwoo whispered to me. “They’re like snakes. They don’t have eyelids to close their eyes with. Ignore them. Focus on something else.”

I hummed in response, looking away from the crowd. ‘Focus on something else’… Well, this outfit I was forced into is nice. Miss. Choi is very skilled. I don’t look half bad in this dress. Yes, Park Moon and myself look very similar so that’s to be expected, but I didn’t think it would look this good. At least I— well, Park Moon technically, I guess— won’t look stupid to anyone. 

Not that I think the game would make the protagonist look stupid. That’s sort of antithetical to the point of an otome game. 

“Who is that? She looks… familiar.” 

“She has to be important if the Viscounts are with her.”

“You don’t think he found a fiancée do you?!” 

Hey. Cram it. I’ve known the guy for like, three days. I’m offended now. 

“I don’t see a ring…” 

“Wait! I know that face…” 

“Don’t tell me… is that Baron Park’s daughter?!” 

The hum of the room increased in volume the longer I stayed where I was. 

Ryu Chungwoo sighed, though it would appear more like a stifled laugh to anyone not immediately close. “My advice has aged rather poorly already. I apologize.” 

After this unintentionally grand entrance, I find myself feeling abnormally uneasy. Such a filled ballroom yet everyone is already immediately aware of my existence. It wouldn’t be fair to blame Ryu Chungwoo… but I am going to anyway. I now cannot dream of maneuvering around quietly now. 

“Moon, dearest.” Viscountess Ryu leaned to me subtly, disregarding her son’s presence. “Remember what I told you.” 

‘Don’t pay anyone any mind,’ she said. ‘Try to get through the night. Showing your face is important. You have a strong character, so I am not worried about any anguish, but some people will question you. Please, keep close to Chungwoo. Think of him as an escape rope,’ she finished with a laugh. ‘He’s a good young man, so don’t be afraid to rely on him, okay?’

I do not plan on doing that. 

Not like she needs to know. 

“Do not worry, I remember.” I’m not making promises. See? I’m not heartless. She smiled, then went off to mingle. 

“I do not plan on staying on top of you the entire night.” Ryu Chungwoo spoke quickly when his mother left. “But, I am not a liar. I will be keeping an eye out. I apologize, but I do agree that it is a wise choice.”

Oh okay, now it’s fair. I am blaming him. 

God forbid a man in a nice dress wants to do his own thing. 

Well, sorry Ryu Chungwoo. It is manipulation time.

“I understand.” I let go of his arm and intentionally looked around, trying to look in awe of my surroundings, which wasn’t hard because I was. The ballroom is very grand– detailed pillars with a warm atmosphere thanks to the ivory walls with detailed golden wallpaper. The candlelight bounced from the chandelier to the handmade tiles that made a satisfying clacking sound as people moved around. It felt larger than life. Despite its grandeur, it still felt oddly inviting– as though it is trying to keep everyone within its walls and dancing for as long as it is permissible. There was some type of infectious magic in the air, and I intend to capitalize on this feeling with a well-disguised lie built on truth. “I do not think I will have anywhere out of your sight to go, anyhow.” 

Ryu Chungwoo frowned towards me, as he took a glass of champagne for himself and I. “And why is that?” 

“Well, I do not know anyone.” 

Yes. My plan is to make him feel bad for me and leave me alone. There is no other viable option here. Shut up. 

His unhappy expression did not falter. “I could introduce you to a few people, if you’d like.” 

“I do not think your friends would like me very much.” Reading between the lines, I said: ‘I am a charity case, and your crowd will probably dislike me’. Ryu Chungwoo made a face of slight defeat, unable to deny what I said in any form. I was already being looked at as something ‘other’, so trying to further enter the circle of a renowned family will only make me fresh meat. I already am, but the blood in the water will get stronger the closer I stay to him in particular. I can still hear people whispering about him and his face. 

“Then what do you wish to do?” 

“I want to try and make my own friends.” Before anyone complains, I know I argued against my own point already, but knowing Ryu Chungwoo, he is too polite to mention that. He surely has noticed, but there is no counter that does not involve putting me down further than I have put myself. “I really would like that. But… I am content with staying here if it makes watching over me less of a headache. I do not wish to impose any further than I have already.” 

There we go. That is my entire plan. Make him feel bad, leave me alone, run to where Seon Ahyeon is. 

3, 2, 1…

“You do not have to do that.” Ryu Chungwoo shook his head. “I apologize if I left a poor impression… I did not mean to make you feel as though you cannot do anything without me looming over… But…” Perfect. I knew he would take the bait. I knew this guy was soft. “You can go off to speak to someone if you’d like. I am not your father or brother. And it would be unfair to you.” 

“But you’ve been tasked to watch me, no?” I took a calculated sip from my glass. This doubled at me showing my obvious disdain that he’s my nanny. You’re five years my junior, kid. Well, he’s older than Moon, but I’m purposely ignoring that. 

He sighed in agreement. Ryu Chungwoo looked around until his eyes landed on someone. “That’s an old friend of mine over there. I trust you won’t get yourself into any trouble while I go say hello?” He set his glass down, likely an excuse to grab another and greet whoever that is, and bid me farewell. 

He did that so fast I didn’t even have time to reply. 

Or acknowledge that I noticed his quick comment on assuming I’d stir up trouble. If any trouble happens it won’t be my fault, bastard. I guess we are tied now.

Haah… He’s quick, at least. I can appreciate that much. Even though I now realize this could’ve been a good time to get to know him. 

I am very slow these days. Damn it. That would’ve been a good use of time. 

I don’t have any current intentions on choosing Ryu Chungwoo, but it wouldn’t hurt to have the option, especially as a safety net due to proximity. That, and I want to pick his brain. I have a lot of downtime. He knows more than I do, so I would like to get something of value out of him. This game provides me with absolutely no more information than what I already know. It’s annoying when people look at you weirdly and you don’t even know why.

Speaking of, I can feel people watch me as I walk. Stop perceiving me, background characters. 

How did so many people fit in this room? And how much did refreshments cost? I guess being a Ducal family has its perks. This room is filled to the brim. It’s making it hard to make any progress getting to the opposite side of the room. 

I wasn’t kidding when I said everything glittered. Now that I’m paying attention to the crowd, it made the room more colorful and lively than I initially noticed. There was laughter, quiet chats joining together to create a loud buzz, elegant orchestral music. Whatever magic was in the air grew– there was suddenly more movement, more energy than before as people began to drink more and get increasingly too comfortable in a stranger’s very nice home. Some people were too comfortable, too touchy, too obnoxious. 

Speaking of, I bumped into someone by accident. I was too busy staring to realize there was a group of girls talking amongst themselves. Oops. 

“Ugh! Excuse you!” A disgustingly high pitched voice broke out. “Who do you- Oh!” I don’t like how this girl’s face changed so quickly. “Good evening, Lady Park Moon.” The brunette kept talking. “What a pleasant surprise to hear that name!” 

“.. Good evening to you as well.” I have to be mindful here. They might be NPCs, but I don’t know their social standing. I can’t be caught being rude to a Count’s daughter. “I apologize for bumping into you.” 

“It was an accident, no?” The girl– the brown haired one from a second ago– answered, swiping the shoulder I touched with her hand. “It’s alright.” 

One with a black bob piped up next. “You look gorgeous in that dress! It’s very simple, it brings out your… natural beauty.” Tch. You’re the one covered in trashy jewelry like you’re someone more important than you actually are. 

“Maybe simple is best,” the next one with black hair started talking. “I wonder if we overdressed?” You are. You actually are. And you’re wearing too many bows. “Oh, I hope not! I was told the theme was ‘grandeur’ so I tried to dress as best as I could… I figured simple was off the table! Maybe I was wrong, though!” The trio laughed, and while they weren’t looking, I rolled my eyes. Seems like they forgot the word ‘delusion’ in front of that. You aren’t the host and you’re acting special. 

“You all look lovely.” I tried to say it earnestly, but I failed. They look stupid. “I apologize again. I’ll be on my way.”

“So soon?” The brunette tilted her head. “Why don’t we chat? How old are you?” 

Ugh. “I am twenty years old.” 

“You are our Unnie then!” That sounds like an insult. “Twenty and unmarried, though… You poor thing.” 

Bitch. 

That’s it. I’m not listening to you kids anymore. 

These girls are talking amongst themselves. A snide comment here and there, but I am nodding my head and looking for an escape rope to grab onto. Have they even realized the person they’re harassing isn’t responding anymore? How is this even enjoyable? 

Is everyone like this here? This is so tiring. I have places to be, kids. Let me go. 

Seon Ahyeon should be wearing red, if I can recall correctly. I personally think lighter colors suit him more, but a family’s color is a family’s color. At the end of his route, he shifted to a lighter color palette, which matched his face much more. Someone with a deer-like appearance shouldn’t wear such dark colors like that. A deer in red… How unpleasant. I have no clue what the team was thinking when they selected such a color for him. Even if it is more pink-adjacent and not ugly, I still do not understand. I would have picked something more pastel and delicate, similar to the color I’m in now. I now have to wonder if this dress color choice was intentional. Agh, probably. That isn’t my fault, though.

Seon Ahyeon, Seon Ahyeon… if I were you, where would I be? Would he even be here yet? I’d assume so. It’s a celebration of himself and the start of the season, he can’t hide forever. But where is he now? I need him within my line of sight immediately. If I was him, I would be over…

There!

He is making small talk over there! 

I need to escape this now. I no longer need to entertain these NPCs since my target has been found. 

“Hello?” One of the black haired girls spoke obnoxiously. “Unnie, were you listening at all?”

No. I wasn’t. Now shut up and leave me alone. 

“I’m sorry, I am not feeling particularly well. Please excuse me.” Seon Ahyeon, don’t move. Stay right there. I’m going to that wall right now and you will follow like a good video game character. 

The brunette scoffed. “You were fine a moment ago. Why are you suddenly ill when asked a question?” 

I was asked a question. Oops. I don’t really care, though. “I am sorry. I don’t think I heard what you asked.” 

“Unnie… Is this a touchy subject for you?” The long haired black girl placed a hand on my shoulder, and I flinched away. She did not hide her small satisfaction from my response, and kept talking. “We are only asking out of concern.” 

“Asking what?” 

“How did you happen to find yourself in the good graces of the Viscounts?” The brunette spoke, obviously rephrasing a statement one of the dumber girls made. “You are twenty years of age… unmarried… orphaned… and suddenly are living with such a prestigious family without reason… How did that ever happen?” 

Hah?

Are… are you asking if I slept with someone in the family to get where I am?

This is what I was tuning out? 

Me being accused of being a whore? 

This entire conversation is pure hokum. Complete and utter nonsense. Hokum, I say, hokum! Slander, even! Hokum and slander! The gall to accuse me of being a harlot! A jezebel too! In public no less! Trying to bring shame to my name! 

(My name that isn’t really my name, it’s the random one I put in because I was too lazy to think about it. I really can’t believe this is something I am being eternally punished with. ‘Moon is a nickname ’, I repeat, ‘Moon is a nickname for Moondae ’.)

This game is dumb. Beyond dumb. How is this a conversation that is allowed to be had in the first place? A group of NPCs trying to make a fool of the protagonist? Where is my plot armor? Literally how the hell has this been allowed to happen? 

“Pardon?” I stepped closer to the group. “Please, repeat that for me. I fear I misheard.” I tilted my head to try and be coy. Repeat yourself, I dare you.

“Are you hard of hearing?” This slip caught everyone off guard. It came from the one with short hair. 

The ringleader spoke up. “It’s only a question, Unnie .” Oh, so that is an insult after all. “It’s very worrying that you were on your own and unwed for so long… We are all women here.” You’re trying to get blackmail, bitch! What good would that even get you anyways?!  “So, how did you do it?” 

If only I could keep pretending to be deaf. “I do not know what you mean.” 

“Yes you do, Park Moon.” Keep that name out of your mouth. “Tell the truth.” 

The truth? The truth is I’m a victim and I’m continuing to be one talking to you! Want to be victimized by a firm slap across the face? 

I heard footsteps approaching, then stop acutely out of my sight. A man cleared their throat. “Excuse me.” 

“Lord Chungwooo!” The brunette’s eyes sparkled, as she was the closest of the trio to him. This guy appeared out of thin air. I almost jumped. I clenched my jaw to prevent myself from saying anything when he used himself as a barrier between the group and myself. I guess that conversation he was having wasn’t long enough. Or he saw the silly orphan girl immediately get herself into trouble and ran off. Sorry, Ryu Chungwoo. “Good evening!” 

“Evening to you. I am very sorry for the intrusion, but I was wondering if any of you would mind being my partner for this next song?” Ryu Chungwoo looked at me for a moment. Totally unreadable, though I’m willing to bet this is foreshadowing for him scolding me later. “It is one of my favorites.” 

The brunette sputtered. “Of course! It would be my pleasure, my Lord.” Can’t even pretend to not be beyond flattered. Embarrassing. He didn’t even ask you specifically. The other two girls made faces at each other and resigned to wait their turn even though Ryu Chungwoo said nothing about dancing with them. This is really embarrassing. But, this is wonderful for me.

Sigh… Ryu Chungwoo sacrificed himself for the orphan girl. I’ll have to thank him next time I see him. Truly a knight in shining armor. Such a gentleman. What a worthy character of being a capture target. I am totally enamored. Who could not be after such a display of selflessness and kindness? Truly swoonworthy. My ears are red and I am fanning my face with my hand. Whatever will I do with a now overactive heart and newfound affection? 

Ahem. 

Enough of that. 

I hope that is enough to get the game to leave me the hell alone.

Let’s get back on track now. 

When the brunette walked off, I made my escape. I have things to do and a specific person to speak to, I don’t really care about this. Agreeing to dance with all three of those brats is certainly a choice that’s being made, that’s for sure. I’d say poor guy, but he signed himself up for this. 

Seon Ahyeon’s wall is over there, so I’m going to take the obviously open spot and wait. The highlight of my night is being blessed with absolutely no one talking to me for a maximum of a minute or so before Seon Ahyeon is summoned. At least I know what to expect from him. 

… But that may even be an issue now.

Seon Ahyeon tried to intervene as well. 

I saw him from the corner of my eye. A red figure was going to step forward as the sacrificial lamb instead. But Ryu Chungwoo was faster. I had no time to react to him due to how quickly Ryu Chungwoo interjected. I guess that was the game ensuring his scene goes as planned. He cannot step in as he has not met me formally yet. That makes sense. Why would he be permitted? 

But why did he try? 

It’s a capture target I’m talking about. Protecting the protagonist comes with the territory. But it still raises the question of why he tried, and why he was not allowed… Would that small of a change really matter? You could still rewrite it to be him speaking to me at the wall after he entertained one of the girls. But, I am also failing to note how Ryu Chungwoo’s potential selection messes with this event. 

This game is very bizarre. Why wouldn’t they have me pick before this started… This is so much to keep track of. Will this come up in Seon Ahyeon’s route if he is chosen now? That he tried and failed to help the protagonist? Wouldn’t that deviate from the script in a way the game would dislike? It is contradictory to the rules they adhere me to. That is unfair. Maybe they will outright ignore it. 

All this thinking about Seon Ahyeon seems to have summoned him. He keeps glancing at me from where he is. His face is a bit flushed, likely due to how I have now caught him repeatedly staring. This is following the game’s script. Seon Ahyeon was surrounded by sparkles and looked like an angel in his CG art in the game. There has been no change to that. Truly, he looks like he does not belong here despite this ballroom being within his home. He keeps taking small steps closer, but is unable to exit the conversation he is in. He is blatantly trying to find a way to get to me, but is not actually making progress. 

Seon Aheyon, hurry up. I’m impatient. 

That’s it. I’m pulling my trump card: a polite smile of acknowledgement. Nothing major, just a small smile and nod, then looking away to play coy. Let’s give that a try.

Ha… How effective. 

He bowed out of that conversation quicker than I could even turn my head around. How endearing. Look who’s now at my side at the wall. 

Let the scene begin.

“G-good evening.” Seon Aheyon bowed respectfully. I responded in turn, making note to smile again, though this time it was for my own amusement. Then, a text box appeared.

[A tall, gorgeous blond man nervously took the space next to you. You caught him stealing a glance– well, actually multiple– from the corner of your eye, his innocent, slightly downward-turned eyes twitching back and forth. He kept his hands held together, but you could tell it was because of nerves. Nerves that felt strange from someone such as himself. It is so strange only because that seems to be how he must make others feel; his looks were undeniably flawless. He looked as though he should be the one emerging from the sea rather than Venus– there is no possible way he could be man-made, no, he had to be a gift from the gods. His beautiful, full eyelashes, perfectly proportional body, and his sweet, romantic appearance made everyone fawn. You could tell that he must be someone important due to his manner of dress; his outfit seemed to make him harder to miss, as if he was to begin with, with the cherry shade of red he wore. Oh, why is he standing here? Fidgeting, nervous… is he always this way? Or was it because of you?]

I jumped slightly, coincidentally when Seon Ahyeon decided to stand next to me. Well, at least that reaction won't be viewed as strange. I do wonder why there is a delay in me becoming a puppet, though. 

Seon Ahyeon spoke again. “I h-hope you are alright.” 

… Huh?

He saw those women speaking to me. 

He saw those women speaking to me and acknowledged it. 

This means it was a cannon event… Him trying but failing to step in. 

Holy shit.

The game is bugged! 

So that’s why I didn’t get that weird feeling of being a puppet. I’m not one right now. 

Why the fuck was I cursed with a textbox, then? So unnecessary. 

This is the first major scene where I am not limited to the story. Those brats must have interrupted the flow of events so badly that the game has temporarily lost track of me. Ryu Chungwoo’s interruption definitely didn’t help the game, either. Taking priority over Seon Ahyeon due to potential conflicts between the routes… This could be useful… so long as Seon Ahyeon is bugged in a way that benefits me. 

Whatever. It can’t break completely this early, if at all. 

This game will regain control eventually. If I play my cards correctly, though, I could probably lay the groundwork for this kid in case he’s who I go with. Nothing too crazy, but certainly useful to build on slowly. 

Seon Ahyeon fidgeted with his hands awkwardly. I felt him look at me multiple times again, trying to find a reason to speak, but giving up. He does that a lot, I guess. He cleared his throat and my head was forced to look towards him, and he finally managed to speak. 

“S-some people.. They l-lack manners. Don't mind people like that.”

His original line in the game had no mention of some irrelevant conversation between instigators and the protagonist. He opened awkwardly trying to ask how the protagonist is, and clunkily introduced himself. I did not know a few background characters can be used to mess with the main story. 

Maybe he’s responding so well because it happens to be a sore spot?

Ah, I did not mention it before, but Seon Ahyeon has faced plenty of those scenarios himself. His stutter has led to many people harassing him for an “inadequacy” that, if I may, doesn’t really matter that much. But, being the eldest and only son/child of a Ducal family comes with everyone trying to find fault. And, sadly, the one thing he cannot do much about is the easiest to point out. Besides his apparent social anxiety, considering this event is partly for him and he is clinging to a wall for dear life.

Now. That does make me wonder how the hell was Ryu Chungwoo able to override the capture target of this scene once again. If Seon Ahyeon remembers the event, why not allow him to take that scene and use it to advance the story? There really is no reason for them to give Ryu Chungwoo priority. 

Ugh. I’m not the game. I don’t care. 

I accepted a glass of champagne mindlessly and took a sip. I saw Seon Ahyeon mimic my behavior from the corner of my eye. I feel a bit bad wasting the previous glass, but walking around with one seems to be considered bizarre. “I won’t. Though, it certainly did ruin my mood.” I’m not lying. Those kids really pissed me off. 

“P-please, don’t let something like that ruin your night.” He said the words gently and carefully. It reminded me of a mother consoling a child. Not in a condescending way. Not everything I say is an insult. 

Words came out of my mouth without my prompt. “I won’t. People like that don't deserve the power.” Good answer, Park Moon. Even though I’m technically playing the role of Park Moon, I still feel pleased with that comment. That, and I’m surprised the game allowed an off-script reply like that. I didn’t realize that she would be able to respond how she wants, too. 

Momentarily, there was silence. Seon Ahyeon went through his fidget cycle again before being able to speak once again.

“I-if I may, could I ask your name?” He asked very eagerly, as if he was trying to ask before he lost the courage. I have to assume it is because Park Moon is not reacting to his stutter even remotely, nor has she shown any sign of leaving the wall they both claimed.  

It's also a funny question since he heard practically everyone say it. 

It is nice to get confirmation that Seon Ahyeon is adapting well to such a change in the story. 

“Park Moon.” 

“T-the Baron Park’s daughter?” His eyes went wide. I should have added a title, I realized, but that's besides the point. 

My reputation precedes me even to a Duke, apparently.

That does make sense. Her parents died suddenly and their child was nowhere to be found. The sudden appearance would shock anyone. He likely had only ever heard whispers of Park Moon’s existence. No one wanted to speak ill of the orphaned girl, but everyone also likes to gossip. ‘Where did she go?’ ‘Is she dead, too?’ ‘Maybe she was married off the moment they died?’ … Seeing Park Moon alone and (relatively speaking) well in your own home at an event chaperoned by Viscountess Ryu (with the addition of Ryu Chungwoo, who typically does not attend events as mentioned earlier) would floor anyone. 

Park Moon tensed. Being known didn’t seem to make her happy. “Yes.” 

Seon Ahyeon adjusted himself to hide further shock. “It is nice to meet you, Lady Park. I-I’m… Duke Seon Ahyeon.” 

He’s trying to return the gesture. 

Park Moon hadn’t reacted to his stutter, and he is now trying to not make a big deal of who this child is. 

I decided to veto Park Moon’s bland response. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace.” I tried to appear friendly and quickly curtsied. “Duchess Seon did a wonderful job preparing for this event. I’m grateful to be here.” 

She really was about to only say “nice to meet you as well” and stand there awkwardly. Park Moon, I’m trying not to die here. 

“A-ah, I’m sure she would love to hear that…” The compliment was not aimed towards him, but his face got red anyways. 

There was another moment of prolonged silence. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a little stifling. I know he’s trying, but I can’t help but feel awkward. 

“U-uhm…” he started, “W-would you-”

“… If you are thinking of asking me for a dance, then I must decline.” 

“-!” Seon Ahyeon jumped, then deflated. He must have assumed it was a harsh denial of himself. 

Bashfully, Park Moon explained herself. “I cannot dance.” I think the skill to dance is one she gets off screen. I can say she can’t now as a cover. Someone should have grabbed him by now. Ryu Chungwoo might have bugged the scene, but this doesn’t mean I can’t push this back on the correct track. In the original scene, he would have been forced to excuse himself. In part, this gathering is held to celebrate his return. He can’t cling to a wall the whole time. 

“O-oh! W-well-!” Seon Aheyon jumped. 

“I’m sure you have other people waiting for you to-“ 

“I-I am fine with staying here.” … What. “I don’t h-have anything to be doing… and, if I may…” Seon Ahyeon swallowed, then met my eyes. I hope he cannot tell I am alarmed. “It is comfortable here.” 

… This kid needs to go. 

He isn’t supposed to have this sort of bias yet. 

I knew a bugged scene was too good to be true. 

Those brats unintentionally gave reason for Seon Ahyeon’s favor, and by not following Park Moon’s answers and answering as Park Moondae, I have screwed the script up. Oh, and those snooty brats before, too. I’m blaming them more than myself, though. I’ve hardly even said anything.  

Is this the game’s way of correcting Ryu Chungwoo’s interruption, by possibly blocking Seon Ahyeon’s? There’s no other reason. Why else would he even bother to mention such a thing? He saw it, was going to step in, but was blocked during his introduction. The script might be damaged… but the game is trying to regain control somehow. Trying to recenter things on Seon Ahyeon… He should have left by now, rose petals and all! 

How am I supposed to salvage this? 

“I’m flattered, but I do not think I should keep you.” Seon Ahyeon needs to do better at managing his expressions. He looks like a sad deer. “There is no good reason for a young man to have a prolonged conversation with a lady like this, especially one of such stature during an event for himself.” I cringed at the end there. At least I can manage my face well. “I can’t even dance.” 

“I-I can teach you.” Fucking what? “N-not now, but-!” He deflated before he finished speaking. He recomposed himself when I did not immediately reply, which was a mistake on my part. “I… I-I don’t mind helping.” 

Huh?

Huh?!

What is this?! 

This wasn’t in the game. It doesn’t even make sense… he’s a Duke! 

This is absurd! I deny this reality even more than this entire situation! No! It doesn’t even make sense! 

How would that even work?! 

How the actual fuck is this going to be explained away?! You can’t have a crush on me already! I didn’t do anything! What? I am at a total loss! What?!

I need to get out of this. Seon Ahyeon, you need to go into time out. 

Somehow, this is all whatever their names’ are faults. I wish I had their names to wish misfortune on directly, but they’re just loser NPCs. It’s their fault. Not mine. I am a victim. 

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What the hell do I even say?!  

He shouldn’t like me this much already. Hell, not even at all since we just met! 

Yes, I was trying to set a few things up… but I hardly did anything and he’s already acting like a love struck puppy! How deprived of basic politeness is this kid?! To be trying this hard because someone showed you common courtesy in one exchange!

I can’t do this. This is so absurd I have finally lost it. 

“Your Grace-” Suddenly, I felt my mouth snap shut. 

The game! I forgot this was a damn game! A game that wants me to be as miserable as possible!  

It’s taking over. It is silencing me and will make me nod along with the most nonsensical thing because of its own mistake. This is absurd. This is unfair. I am a victim, damn it!

Don’t turn my head away all bashful. Stop it. I don’t feel that way. I'm quite angry, actually. This calculative game. Stop making me be coy when not even Park Moon feels that way. Give me free will! Soon I’m going to need a thesaurus to explain my emotions. 

“I-it isn’t very hard. You o-only need a good teacher.” Seon Ahyeon looked at his hands which looked close to being tied into a knot. Looks like he is losing confidence in himself already.

Good. Retract this and set me free.  

“And you are the best?” 

You’ve got to be kidding me. 

This is bullshit. Park Moon, shut up. There is no need to entertain this stupid idea. 

“-! Uh-!” Seon Ahyeon’s surprise showed in his increasingly reddening face. He is quick to blush so I’m tempted to say this doesn’t mean anything, but that would be too far in the pool of denial. He isn’t used to praises, let alone weirdly blatant flirting from a character as stiff as Park Moon.

Park Moon laughed. “I assume you are if you’re confident enough to offer.” That somehow took him by surprise. His impulse being referred to as confidence must really take him aback if the double-meaning statement from before didn’t already push him off the edge. “A Duke teaching a Baroness how to dance doesn’t seem very proper.” In a calculated way, I was directed to speak in a hushed tone, slightly through my teeth, to avoid any outside attention. 

Seon Ahyeon whispered back, not nearly as subtle about it as I was puppeteered to be. “I-it can be a secret.” 

Okay, now I’m the one shocked. Seon Ahyeon, who are you? I feel like I am losing my understanding of this kid by the second. 

“Oh?” Park Moon side eyed him and took an unnecessarily long sip from her glass, designed to leave Seon Ahyeon hanging. If I wasn’t forced into her shoes, I’d respect the move. It’s a classic. “I would never have guessed you had such a side to you.” 

I’m playing the role of a flirt. I never signed up for this. In fact, I signed up for nothing. I just wanted to write a review on an upper-B-tier otome game. I am tired. I’ve hardly been in this world and I have already hit the pinnacle of exhaustion. 

“-!” Seon Ahyeon sputtered, completely incapable of forming a coherent response. 

“If you can somehow manage to make it happen… I do not have a reason to say no, your Grace.” Yes I do! Let me say no! This is so stupid I could claw my face off! “It is kind of you to wish to help.”

Seon Ahyeon continued to stare at me in utter disbelief. If I was him, I would be too; it is truly abnormal for a lady to be so forward, let alone grace such an odd request with sincere interest. Sincere interest which would be better put as outward flirting. I’m sure he didn’t expect anything besides a firm scolding or potentially a slap considering how genuinely insane of an offer it was– he, upon meeting someone, offered dance lessons on a private level, even suggesting it be a secret. Not only is he somewhat selfishly asking for a lady’s time, he is also asking her to risk her reputation on top of it all. And instead of being immediately shamed… he gets an okay with a hidden grin and a wink.

Yeah, I’d be completely lost too. 

A servant approached and politely requested the Young Duke’s attention. He whispered something quickly, and Seon Ahyeon’s face altered from one of flustered confusion to one that I could only describe as “realization”. He whispered back to the older man, then turned back to me. 

“I-I must go.” Seon Ahyeon glanced at the servant waiting patiently for him to conclude our conversation, quietly applying pressure without doing so visibly.  “I h-hope you can enjoy yourself, my Lady.” He bowed fully– a complete 90° bow– and excused himself with the grace of a deer to likely become the center of attention at last. Meaning, he looked confident until it dawned on him he was probably about to get hit by a metaphorical car.

Poor guy. If it didn’t inconvenience me, I’d let him stay longer purely to spare his heart from the anxiety. 

Knowing about his stutter, it is unlikely that he will be made to give a speech thanking everyone for their attendance. That would likely be passed onto his mother, the hostess, or maybe even his father if he felt like it. It must be strange having an otherwise flawless son be someone that hides; he outranks everyone present, and is better looking than borderline everyone. But, in a way that is contrary to expectations, he cowers due to something as minor as a stutter. 

As if all these people aren’t vile in their own unique way.  

It’s like Ryu Chungwoo said– they’re all snakes, unable to close their eyes to look away from prey. And Seon Ahyeon, who otherwise has no flaws, has one that inhibits anyone from treating him like a Ducal family’s son. No one seems to take him seriously. Or his family judging from how everyone continued to drink and overlooked the Duchess as she clanked on her glass to show her appreciation of those attending. 

“Hello, everyone!” She said the line twice, once to check her volume, and another to get everyone’s attention. Her son stood dutifully next to her on her right, and her husband on her left. She wore glasses, ones that sort of made her already doe-like eyes look larger, and had massive pearl earrings on. A bit adorably, they all wore matching outfits. “Thank you so very much for sparing your time to gather here tonight.” ‘Sparing’... what a modest way of thanking everyone. They’d be socially outcasted if they didn’t show up, plus they could lose a chance to throw their daughter at your son who I accidentally hogged. “I am truly grateful for your warm welcome to my son,” she switched the glass she held to her other hand to not rudely point it at him, “and the upcoming season.” 

There was brief applause before she was allowed to continue. She smiled and looked around, and it felt oddly personal when it was time for it to fall on me. For a split second, I wondered if it was directed at me, but that sounds too delusional. I think it’s because she and her son look a bit similar and I’ve had to stare at him for too long. My eyesight is starting to go. I didn’t really listen to her concluding statement, but I did clap along with everyone when she finished and stepped away. Just like that, with a flick of her pearl-decorated wrist, the party began once more. How much money does she have to be covered head to toe in pearls of that size? Ah, whatever. Seon Ahyeon hesitated for a moment, clearly contemplating speaking, but hurried off when he realized his moment had been lost. At least his parents were present; they immediately turned and began to dote on him as if simply standing there was a large ask. Which, all things considered, it might just be. I saw him briefly whisper something to his mother, but I disregarded it. 

Enough about the family of deers. I need to find Ryu Chungwoo. He’s my ticket home. 

There he is.  

“Hello, Young Lord.” Again, I found myself at a wall. It wasn’t me talking still. I didn’t expect to be allowed to. I was surprised when I talked, though. “You seem exceptionally tired.” 

Ryu Chungwoo sighed, then fixed his barely improper posture. I didn't even notice before he shifted. “I am. I am not used to being so active.” 

I felt a brief pang of guilt considering it was unintentionally my fault for making someone already unused to these things exert themselves upon their return, especially as a more reserved type. I didn’t ask, but still. Park Moon feels remorse.

“Me neither. It takes a specific type of person.” 

“Mm. It does.” He sighed once again. “I suppose we both will become accustomed to it. There are plenty more gatherings to be attending.”

A silence fell. It was uncharacteristic to not be mindful of his posture. And sighing twice in a minute? It doesn’t take a genius to know that doesn’t seem the most normal. Since Park Moon isn’t talking, and therefore I’m not either, he’s getting some well deserved quiet time. Well, as much quiet as you can get while still at a party with live music and too many people  

“Chungwoo, Moon!” Ryu Sooah approached after nodding respectfully to exit her previous conversation. I blinked, and suddenly Ryu Chungwoo looked as though I imagined his exhaustion. Poor guy  

“Mother.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was concealed by how he ducked his head down respectfully. “You’re in high spirits.” 

He shifted any attention that could be on himself onto another topic.  

And now I don’t need to talk, either. At least not as myself. The game will handle that. 

Nice.

If my responses are going to be automated or not exist, I might as well check the Main Menu while I’m here. I need to make sure it logged the Seon Ahyeon encounter since the scene was bugged, after all.

Main Menu.

[ !Error! 

There is an unknown task taking precedent.

Please wait.]

You have got to be kidding me.

An error? Again? Do they not have someone checking things so there isn’t constant issues?

[Thank you for waiting.]

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[Congratulations! You have completed The <Prologue Event (2)>.

<Prologue Event ((̵̡̡̟̠̘̠̠̮̣̘͍̤̽͋̈̇̿̄̕̚͝͠3̷̡̖̝̥̰̄̄͗͝)̷̧̢̻̮͔̦͎͖̱̣̗͜͝>̶̛̞̦̬̿̉̽̆͐͐̉̚͝ͅ ̸̨̢̨̨͕͖̟̬͔̬̦͍̰̅i̴͓̥͔̋͊͂̒̎͆͗̍̓̃̐͠ș̷̛̛̛̙̪̪̗̒̍̐̎̋̋͝ ̶̼͉̩̗̐̈̇̇̅̈́͗͛̾͒̈́̊͝͝T̴̡̡̼̜̳̑̄̇̈̿͌͐͛̌̃̚̚͝B̸̤̟̍̂Ǎ̷̡̢͓̱͔̻̞͎̈́̈́̓́̅̐̐̋̕͜͜.̶͖͕̝̗̩͊̊́̈́͘>

Please enjoy your reward of <2 Points>, use them wisely~!]

What the fuck is that? 

I think that’s a three under there? But the next event… ‘TBA’? 

Like two points are even useful right now!  ‘Sincerely, and Forevermore, Yours’ devs, I’ll have your heads by the end of this!  

I want them on a gold platter! And my roses painted red with blood! I’m the protagonist, right? Appease me! I am unhappy!

[You will receive your first Achievement at the end of the <Prologue Event>. Keep an eye out~!]

I’ll poke yours out.

This is not how you appease your player-slash-hostage!

Open that fucking Main Menu properly this time.

[Name: Park Moon (User Park Moondae)

Age: 20 

Rank: Baroness 

Selected Target: TBA (encountered: 3̶͇̮͇̖͈͔͊̀̒́̆̑̈͂̓͊̂͝/̷̢͇̱͉̹̼̝̖̞͖̝͚͕͉͗̊͆͆̈̐̿͋̏̊̚̚͘͝5̶̧̱̱̲͉̭̟̞̓̍͒́͗̈́͐̎̈́̈́̎̄̏͠ͅ)

! Status Abnormality ! : Court or Die]

Oh, come on! It isn’t counting him? I see the three! 

This game wants me to be unhappy, and this is the most optimal way to do it. Bastards. Rotten bastards. Stupid, moronic bastards. I have to do the stupid dance thing before this clears, don’t I? This stopped being funny when I hit my head on that carriage when I first got here.

So what now? The game is at a standstill until they generate some way of making that happen? 

“Viscountess Ryu! How lovely it is to see you!” 

Speak of the devil. Duchess Seon. 

Ryu Sooah, in a rare moment of undisguised, genuine happiness, beamed. “Your Grace! Oh, you’re lovelier up close.” It was true. I could never have guessed she had a 20 year old son with how invisible her fine lines were. They took each others hands and squeezed them grinning as if no one seemed to matter besides them, the two long time friends who likely haven’t seen each other very much these days. 

“Chungwoo-yah, you are as handsome as ever!” The Duchess turned to him, barely even flinching at how he sparkled when attention was refocused on himself. Bashfully he thanked her and downplayed his looks. “And who is this doll here? She looks like she’s made of porcelain!” 

Oh darn. I have to speak again.

“Lady Park Moon, daughter of the late Baron and Baroness Park.” I curtsied and I was reminded of how I felt when I first got here. Though, this was less clunky as I was prepared for it. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace.” 

Duchess Seon seems to lack the tact others normally would have when being faced with an orphan. She sputtered something incomprehensible before apologizing. “I’m sure… I’m sure that must have had its toll on you.” 

There was something hidden behind that remark. She had her hand on my shoulder– trying to comfort me– and looked genuinely heartbroken on my behalf. Was she friends with Park Moon’s parents as well? 

“It is alright. There is no need to dwell on such things, especially during a night like this, no?” I looked around once more at the glittering scenery. I am not sure why she responded this way. Maybe she’s tired of hearing that sort of thing? I think Ryu Sooah was looking, but I wasn't able to see. What an odd choice, game. The more I think about it, I’m sure it was her odd attempt at fixing the mood and taking the focus off herself, but it only reads as bizarre. 

“You’ve all been here since the beginning. It cannot be that much fun anymore.” She spoke quickly and smiled in a forced way, likely awkward from the response I gave. I felt someone glance at me quickly. I’m not saying sorry, Ryu Chungwoo. You offered. You could’ve done nothing. “I look forward to seeing you all again soon.”

“You’ll be at the club meeting tomorrow, right?” Viscountess Ryu tried to fit that question in as elegantly as possible before leaving. Well, being told to leave. 

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” 

So they have some sort of club, huh? Good for them. 

The two laughed, and to get them to stop, Ryu Chungwoo began to excuse us and walk us off. He must’ve been worried they’d keep going even though the Duchess was trying to direct us to leave. Funny.

What isn’t funny is this game and its busted menu. I cannot believe it’s broken already.  

Ugh. I didn’t even do anything. I ran through so many glasses without finishing them, too. I’m sort of annoyed about that. Are rich people usually this wasteful? The one I was closest to was taken away as we left. This was the first time I’ve been able to drink in days. It was necessary for me to cope. I wish I could’ve finished the one I had considering the bombshell dropped on me. 

At least we are going home. And in silence, too. A large part of that is my fault, but my lack of guilt has been established. Sorry not sorry, glitter boy. You’re a problem for another day. Considering that fucked up menu though… I can’t predict what day that’ll be.

Damnit. 

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[Name: Park Moon (User Park Moondae)

Age: 20 

Rank: Baroness 

Selected Target: TBA (encountered: 3̶͇̮͇̖͈͔͊̀̒́̆̑̈͂̓͊̂͝/̷̢͇̱͉̹̼̝̖̞͖̝͚͕͉͗̊͆͆̈̐̿͋̏̊̚̚͘͝5̶̧̱̱̲͉̭̟̞̓̍͒́͗̈́͐̎̈́̈́̎̄̏͠ͅ)  

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[Character Menu

- Ryu Household 

- Seon Household 

- Lee (A) Household 

- Lee (B) Household

- Cha Royal Family

- {Information TBA} 

 - Side Character (click for more) ] 

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[Name: Park Moon (User Park Moondae)

Age: 20 

Rank: Baroness 

Selected Target: TBA (encountered: ⅗ )

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As soon as I woke up I was blinded. 

This menu is inconsiderate. 

‘ Waking me up this early after bugging out? How much worse could it get? ’

It only gets worse. 

Seon Ahyeon’s affection level is at 5%. I saw it just before a censor covered it. 

This wouldn’t be an issue if it wasn’t for the fact the Prologue is still ongoing. 

How this happened is beyond me. The glitch is to blame, but even then I can’t understand how something this major can happen. Wouldn’t there be safeguards? 

Considering the pop-ups, there are some. Menus were opened and closed. Some things were flagged and covered. 

“ [You are unable to access this screen.] “

That showed up a lot. 

I guess the game was trying to figure out what happened. 

The encounter tracker is fixed. That is a big plus for me. The affection though…

What will happen with that? I can’t imagine it not being a problem.

… A problem for only me. 

This complicates everything. Will everyone be allowed to prematurely gain affection now? How do I even begin to handle that…

I didn’t see any update on the next event start time. I’m left to assume that’s all Seon Ahyeon’s fault. 

There isn’t a plan for today from what I’ve checked. The pop-up yesterday said it was ‘TBA’. 

I should check on that. 

With the encounter being logged, I’m sure some event has been loaded. If it’s what I want, life will be good again.

Good means progress. 

[The Main Menu is going through routine maintenance. Please be patient.]

[Maintenance end estimate: ~ 1d (subject to change)]

What fun. 

At least they aren’t letting it marinate. An error like that could cost me my life unfairly. 

What should I do today, then? I don’t have any particular ideas. Ryu Chungwoo is likely around, but given the affection meter bug, I’m not sure I’d like to deal with him. 

Let’s make a list. 

I went to my desk and grabbed a piece of paper from a drawer. I’ve never used an inkwell before, but I’m sure this is baby proofed for me. 

Just then, I heard a knock at my door. A familiar face poked her head in. 

“You’re awake?!” Where are your formalities? “I’m very sorry! I was told to pick up your mail first.” She entered and walked to my desk holding a single folded paper. 

Mail? 

A letter? For me? 

No list needed, then.

“Who is sending you letters?” Park Minha’s eyes glittered. “There isn’t a return name written…”

I know exactly who. Not that it matters to her. “I am not sure who would want to be sending me anything besides Yeonwoo-yah.”

“Maybe you’ve already wooed someone!” Park Minha… “That isn’t surprising. My Lady is beautiful! You have even, light skin, the prettiest eyes-”

“Give me the letter.” 

“Of course.” Obediently, she handed it to me. She also gave me the letter opener I did not know I had. 

The wax seal had the Seon family crest. Is she really playing dumb? And is he really that ballsy? At least use something less specific. It came up easy with the opener. I forgot that they wouldn’t have used envelopes at this time, so when it unfolded I was momentarily confused. The letter was decorative. The menu opened and allowed me to read the letter in text form.

[ “Forgive the suddenness of this finding you. I recognize this is beyond informal— even potentially insulting— and I hope it is not viewed as a lack of respect. Rather, it is written in the sincere hope that you might grant me a moment of your time.” ] 

This… this is long. Even without the easier to read font sized up in the menu it doesn’t seem to stop.

I’m not reading all of that. I’m skipping to the end. 

[ “I will not presume upon your answer. If this invitation is unwelcome, you do not need to reply. But should you find even the smallest inclination toward acceptance, I would wait upon your word.

With the utmost sincerity,

Seon Ahyeon “ ] 

That took too many scrolls. I wonder if his hand hurts after writing all that. What time did he write this? This screams ‘I couldn’t sleep and this is what I did instead’. 

This is about dance tutoring. I don’t want to go. Not that I have a choice. This is… a today event? I guess this is how they’re occupying me while the menu is being repaired. Maybe they’re putting in better safeguards for bugs caused by themselves. At least I don’t have to find something to do today. Sitting around while I have a counter ticking down to my death isn’t the most fun.

I have one question. 

How am I supposed to get there? Park Minha will have to explain things or help me sneak out. That isn’t exactly ideal. 

“What does it say?” Park Minha tried to sneak a peek. I folded the letter up and set it down. She deflated like a balloon. Don’t read my mail. And be quiet. I’m trying to think of how to explain this.

I turned to speak to her, but she appeared frozen. A pop up appeared in front of her face.

[Ready for the event? 

> (Y)  (N)]

I’m being teleported there? That’s nice. One less headache for me. How abrupt will this be, though? I better not get motion sick. 

Let’s get going. I’ll worry about that when I have to.

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I feel slightly sick. Teleportation causing motion sickness in a game is cruel. I would have rather woken up earlier to take a carriage. At least I didn’t eat. That wouldn’t have been pretty. Would they have let me throw up? Whatever. It didn’t happen. 

Before I could knock, the door opened and I was ushered inside. I was taken to a space I didn’t see during the party the other night. Seon Ahyeon was pacing around. He stopped when I appeared. 

“L-Lady Park!” Seon Ahyeon jumped, spinning around to fix his clothes needlessly. He looked just fine. He turned back around visibly taken aback. 

He’s shaking like a deer. 

I feel bad. In his head, this is akin to a first date. 

Well… It might as well be that. No one else is here. They ran off when I was let inside and taken here. 

[For the duration of this event, you will have <Dialogue Choices>*.

They can influence how the target <Seon Ahyeon> perceives you!

Choose wisely!

*Your choices will also influence scripted lines.] 

That scared me, but I couldn’t jump. Like usual. Not like a reaction from me matters. Especially now. It’s like time froze. Seon Ahyeon’s stuck in place. 

Choices, hm? 

This is how they’re babyproofing things. I don’t dislike it. It feels like I am actually playing a game now. Let’s see…

[ > “Hello, Your Grace. You seem surprised to see me.” 

> “Your Grace.” 

> “Good afternoon.”

> Silence, but respectful acknowledgement]

These options suck. Why are all but one dry? You might as well not even let me pick if you’re going to force my hand. If I pick any other one I’ll be forced to play the role of the nervous sweet girl, and the one that isn’t bad…

Fuck it. 

“Hello, Your Grace. You seem surprised to see me.” I don’t like that delivery. Park Moon exploited the bow she gave to cover her smile. Am I supposed to be happy to be here? I’m not. This situation is uncomfortable for me. 

“You’re v-very punctual! T-that’s all! Please, this w-way…” Seon Ahyeon gestured to a doorway I recognized. 

Park Moon looked around. Seems like she only just now realized there wasn’t any other souls present besides Seon Ahyeon’s and… hers? Mine? “You were serious about this being a secret.” 

When I entered the room, my head was turned to look at Seon Ahyeon when he spoke again. “O-of course!! I-I wouldn’t want to damage your reputation…” 

“And what of yours?” 

“M-m-mine? … It is already…” He cleared his throat. “I-it will survive.” 

What do you mean by that? 

He is right though. He’d be the one coming out the least scathed. One, he’s the only son of a Ducal family. Two, he is himself. 

Though he has a point about people viewing him “negatively”. 

… He needs to think less about others. 

“Whatever you say, teacher.”

This is going to be painful. 

~

[ Park Moondae was not expecting to be taken to the previous night’s ballroom for his lesson. He already knew it was a large room, but returning with it empty made the scale obvious. Why this would be the room choice left him perplexed, but then again, it is made for dancing. ]

[ “This is a large room for a lesson.” ]

[ Park Moondae internally winced at his words. Maybe his previous choice was the wrong one. Then again, in their meeting, Park Moon spoke similarly. If he could, he would give the girl a good scolding for causing him trouble and second-hand embarrassment. The room was comically large for two people, though. ]

[ “I-It’s on the grounds, and is most convenient.” ]

[ “This is not your main home, is it?” ]

[ That wasn’t a question Moondae would have let himself ask. Mostly because it was evident it was not. It didn’t even try to feel like a home– which meant something considering this was a noble family he’s talking about. They at least presented as a place that felt owned by someone. It was … display worthy in the same way a house to be sold is.  ]

[ “No. I-It is not.” ]

[ Seon Ahyeon turned to a gramophone. If he was permitted the luxury, Park Moondae would have made a face. ] 

[ ‘ That’s an invention made over 60 years from now. ’ ]

[ Internally, he shrugged his annoyance off. Not like he can do anything about it. Plus, it negates the problem of any musicians happening to have ties with gossip column writers. ]

[ “We live f-farther. This… th-this is more like a vacation home.” ]

[ ‘... Insane…’ ]

[ Park Moondae hadn’t felt envious of anyone before now. ]

[ ‘To have so much money…’ ]

[ “You come here during the season?” ]  

[ Seon Ahyeon swallowed. ]

[ “I… come because I must.” ]

[ ‘It seems like Ryu Chungwoo isn’t the only one with a disdain for this.’ ] 

[ Park Moondae would be damned before he felt bad for anyone other than himself. They aren’t the ones with a doomsday counter. ]

[ “I’m assuming you aren’t fond of gatherings, either.” ] 

[ ‘Either? What is that supposed to mean?’ ] 

[ Everything Park Moon said always had to either be upsetting or cryptic, Park Moondae decided. ]

[ ‘This girl is strange.’ ] 

[ “N-no, not particularly.” ] 

[ Park Moon nodded in agreement. Park Moondae would have done the same. He tried parties in college but couldn’t get into them. Even when he was drunk off his ass, all they did was make him feel uncomfortable seeing so many people crowd in crummy restaurants and running around without a care in the world. At least he got to drink. Noonas as always paid for him, though it did suck having to nod along with their weird comments. ] 

[ ‘Seon Ahyeon has manners, at least.’ ]

[ Internally, Park Moondae groaned. ]

[ ‘I don’t want to go to any more parties either, Park Moon.’ ]

[ “That’s a pity.” ] 

[ Park Moondae supposed that wasn’t the worst response. ] 

[ > “We should get started now.”  

  > “I hope that this will change things.”

  > Wait for cue. ]

[ ‘Why do these options suck again…’ ]

[ He cringed as he pressed the only option that was not rude . ] 

[ “I hope that this will change things.” ]

[ ‘At least it has a double meaning.’ ]

[ ‘I can decide what that means.’ ] 

[ Seon Ahyeon’s expression was to be expected; flustered . ]

[ “I-I h-hope so!” ]

[ ‘Another double meaning.’] 

[ He likely meant in relation to Park Moon, he decided . ]

[ ‘There is the slim chance of something else, but I don’t think a kid like him would think of it then say it.’ ] 

[ ‘ Seon Ahyeon is a good kid.’ ]

[ He fidgeted for a moment. He decided to ignore the gramophone, stating ‘music would be confusing’ without knowing any steps first. That made sense to Park Moondae. He did find himself wondering about the time period again, though. ]

[ “I-if you wouldn’t mind?” ]

[ Seon Ahyeon extended his hand. It was slightly unsteady. ] 

[ ‘Okay, let’s start.’ ] 

[ Seon Ahyeon took great care in explaining the placement of hands. Park Moon’s hand on his left shoulder, with the right hands being clasped together. Park Moon jumped from the feeling of the faintest touch on her back. Dancing was a thing of close proximity. Still, it seemed like the girl was not prepared and even slightly uncomfortable. ] 

[ ‘Put that poker face back on. You signed yourself up for this.’ ] 

[ Park Moondae could not follow all the particulars– Seon Ahyeon had been explaining something–, but it sounded interesting given how Seon Ahyeon’s eyes sparkled from excitement. ] 

[ The hard part was footwork. Even something simple required a large amount of effort. It did not help that neither Park Moon nor Park Moondae had any experience. That would’ve helped a tad . ]

[ ‘Maybe I should’ve gotten into idols.’ ]

[ ‘... That might actually have made this harder, actually.’ ] 

[ “T-try not to slouch.” ] 

[ That was dutifully noted. Park Moondae had a fleeting thought about how Ryu Sooah has not scolded her about posture before, but then again, Park Moon always seemed to be on her best behavior until she walked off. ] 

[ Seon Ahyeon began with attempting to explain the basic movements of any dance. The fundamentals, he said. Did Park Moondae have to listen personally? He did not know. Still, he found himself trying but failing to comprehend. It made sense now that this was something nobles grew up doing. It is unforgiving to beginners with how much information you must grasp readily . ] 

[ Park Moon stepped incorrectly. Her mouth flattened, frustration evident. ] 

[ “D-Don’t be upset. This i-is new.” ] 

[ With an unprecedented amount of patience, Seon Ahyeon reexplained the movements. S lowly and carefully he chose his words, trying very hard to see if that was the correct way to teach. ]

[ “T-The difficulty you’re having… You are overthinking. For you, t-this is more about following the leader than knowing what to do right now. D-don’t try to memorize everything right now. That’s t-too much.” ]

[ ‘ Following the leader ’ … ] 

[ “It appears I am not good at following.” ] 

[ She laughed, but it didn’t sound happy. ]

[ “A-And some only can do that. You will learn.” ] 

[ ‘ Don’t give up yet. ’ ] 

[ ‘What a good kid.’ ]

[ Footwork in a ballroom setting is a lot of following, Park Moondae realized. That helped ease some burden, but the unpredictability and speed expected was stressing. He likened it to a fox following a rabbit on a hunt, but the fox was remarkably foolish, tripping on itself and going the wrong way. ]

[ “T-try not to look down too much.” ]

[ ‘Oops.’ ]

[ Park Moon must have been doing that more than he realized . ] 

[ “Right.” ]

[ “I-I don’t mind… but in a formal setting, don’t.” ]

[ Park Moon glanced down immediately. Seon Ahyeon laughed, and for the first time that evening, he did not sound anxious. ]

[ “You’ve d-done very well not stepping on my feet. D-don’t be so nervous.” ] 

[ ‘I’m not nervous.’ ] 

[ Park Moon’s mouth flattened more, somehow. ] 

[ “I-It’s alright if you do. Better here than there.” ] 

[ Park Moondae did not enjoy the feeling of a pout being worn. Especially because it only seemed to make Seon Ahyeon amused. He supposed it was a good thing– any capture target affection was important– but it still did not feel good. His pride was being injured. ] 

[ Seon Ahyeon laughed again. It was warm and cozy, sweet in the way that fluffy piece of cake was. He had a lovely smile, Park Moondae realized. It was a shame he always happened to have his mouth stitched into an uncomfortable expression, scared to speak and trip over himself. ] 

[ ‘People really are strange.’ ]

[ “I-I suppose it doesn’t matter right now.” ] 

[ Park Moondae chose to ignore what felt like heat on his face. It annoyed him. Park Moon did not look up. ] 

[ “I do not want to hurt you.” ]

[ Park Moon delivered the line oddly. It was said through a pout, but it was surprisingly sincere. Park Moondae could feel it. Truly, this girl did not want to cause harm, even if it was so minor. ] 

[ “I-if you do, I’ll be fine.” ]

[ Seon Ahyeon spoke gently, leaning in slightly to attempt to meet the other’s eyes. ] 

[ “I-I appreciate your care, but it is alright.” ]

[ ‘My teeth are hurting. Do they have dentists?’ ] 

[ ‘This is too sweet for my taste.’ ] 

[ Park Moon’s jaw tightened. ]

[ “H-how about this time you try not to look? I-I think you can do it.” ]

[ “I can try.” ]

[ ‘She really rather not.’ ]

[ ‘He’s the expert, though.’ ]

[ It is too rude to argue, anyway. And so, Park Moon attempted without looking down. It was too awkward to look directly at Seon Ahyeon, though. He had pretty eyelashes and prettier eyes. His presence was overwhelming. Looking too hard was too much. ] 

[ Honestly, it was expected. That changes absolutely nothing, but it wasn’t shocking. The artists did not play around with his CG art. His promotional pieces were always notably good as well. It isn’t favoritism to acknowledge that. His were simply better. Not that the others were bad. No, absolutely not. ]

[ In fact, the art quality was one of the selling points of the game. That and the obvious historical romance fanservice that most people would eat up. Each character had a unique angle their official art took which helped keep them distinct besides the obvious, which Park Moondae appreciated. Everything clearly had a lot of thought, effort, and money behind it. ]

[ Seon Ahyeon’s art was more endearing. His angle was his soft spoken nature and sweetness. His rosey cheeks were brought out by literal roses, for God’s sake. The artist had to be madly in love with him. It wasn’t even hidden. He thought he saw an interview where the artist confirmed it themselves, actually . ] 

[ -> ‘ Everyone is drawn with love! But Seon Ahyeon is my favorite. He’s my type. He is so kind and gentle. Like a deer! It makes me want to eat him up. ‘ ]

[ An artist with such little shame wasn’t a surprise to anyone. They’re usually like that. ]

[ ‘I do wonder what that says about the rest of the team, though.” ] 

[ ‘Who did the writers like best? It probably would change day by day. Or depending on who is leading the team. My bet is on Ryu Chungwoo since he seems to be the only choice with logic behind him. ‘ ]

[ ‘Ah, that isn’t entirely fair to say. I don’t know everyone else very well yet. Bae Sejin seems to be another logic based character. As for the Prince-’ ]

[ Park Moon tripped. ]

[ She fell face first into the Duke, who only kept his balance because Park Moon is still abnormally light. ] 

[ Time did not move. Neither did anyone. ] 

[ ‘Oh what the hell? That hurt!’ ] 

[ As per usual, Park Moondae was unhappy. ] 

[ ‘I did not know someone’s pulse could be that fast.’ ]

[ The sweet summer child that was Seon Ahyeon was unable to speak. It is not typical for a woman to fail face first into a man’s chest, and it was even less common to occur the second time meeting. And that’s still ignoring the secret dance lessons. Well, that meant the only other person in the room had to. ] 

[ >  I apologize. 

  > Flustered response.

  > Clear your throat and step back.] 

[ ‘One of these days…’ ]

[ The answer choice was obvious. ] 

[ “I apologize.” ] 

[ Quickly, the two separated. In her typical fashion, Park Moon held her own hands and looked away. Comically, Seon Ahyeon did the exact same thing. ] 

[ ”I-It is al-alright. That w-was my fault. ]

[ ‘… No…?’ ]

[ It was more than obvious it was Park Moondae’s fault for having the audacity to not be paying attention. The game was cruel and unjust like that. How dare anyone make Seon Ahyeon assume it was his own fault! ] 

[ “That was my own. I stopped paying attention. I do not know where that confidence came from. I apologize.” ] 

[ ‘Good.’ ] 

[ “It w-was—“ ]

[ “Your suggestion or not, that was still my own fault. I hope you are not hurt.” ]

[ Park Moon stared for a moment, likely trying to assess the damage herself. He seemed fine minus how red he was. ] 

[ ”I-I am fine. Are you-“ ] 

[ “I’m in one piece.” ]

[ Unexpectedly, she spun around to display that fact. ] 

[ “I am more concerned if you are. You look a bit unwell.” ] 

[ ‘Moon… you don’t comment on that sort of thing.’ ]

[ “-!” ] 

[ ‘Look what you did.’ ] 

[ “I am fine!” ]

[ His voice pitched high. He cleared his throat. ]

[ “I think t-this is a cue to wrap things up.” ]

[ ‘You killed him, Moon.’ ] 

[ “I suppose it is.” ] 

[ ‘Yeah, go back to being nonchalant now. Weird girl.’ ] 

[ Awkwardly, the scene came to a close. Park Moon stood off to the side while things were put in their proper place. What else would she do? This isn’t her home and you can’t leave without saying goodbye. ] 

[ ”… I am grateful for your time and effort, Your Grace.” ]

[ “… Of course. Y-you’re very welcome.” ]

[ ‘His act of greed paid off. Good for him.’ ]

[ The silence returned. Waiting to be dismissed by the teacher shouldn’t be this awkward. ]

[ Eventually, everything was set up to be taken and put away. Seon Ahyeon turned to our protagonist and smiled. ]

[ “You did well, my Lady.” ] 

[ In Park Moondae’s opinion, that was said too earnestly. Too affectionately. Unprecedented fondness in his eyes. Like he meant it when he said that Park Moon did well, and he felt a sense of pride from it. Genuine and heartfelt pride seeing someone not only learn something new, but do it well. Seon Ahyeon was overwhelming with his heartfelt pride that it made Park Moondae uncomfortable in a way he did not understand. His face was red—typical, especially since he’s coming down from Park Moon’s out of pocket comment— but it didn’t seem to be from the same causes as normal. ]

[ Park Moondae did not acknowledge the chances he looked similar. ] 

[ ‘So bizarre.’ ]

[ “... I-I’ll look forward to seeing you again.” ] 

[ ‘You’re too comfortable kid.’ ]

[ ‘ I guess this is what 5% affection results in.’ ] 

[ Park Moon agreed. She smiled back, and Park Moondae ignored the warmth she matched. ] 

[Event Complete!]

[Sending you home…] 

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Chapter Text

Hello everyone. 

I’m not sure if anyone knows or remembers me. I don’t really care either way. I have some words I want to say. Don’t worry, no one’s in trouble lol 

If I am allowed to be frank, I have been through a lot the past few months. I was homeless for a period of time. When we had adjusted to our new home, our baby boy Max showed concerning signs of illness. It was discovered he had a mass by his lungs. It was a stressful time as we had been with him for so long. He was everyone’s anchor. As I’m sure you can tell from the past tense, Max passed after a long and sadly hidden battle. With the size of the mass, it was concluded that he must have been silently hiding his discomfort. The stress of our movement from homelessness made his mask slip. I spent every day dedicating as much of my time as possible being with him. Whether to give him his Hail Mary medication or laying with him without taking my allergy medicine, I couldn’t help but be with him. I don’t feel comfortable getting into the details of the situation leading to his death, but it was a family decision to have him laid to rest while he was stable at the vet. To say it felt like the world had ended is an understatement. As I write this, I feel as though I have been stabbed and someone is twisting the knife. He lived a long 11 years as everyone’s beloved best friend even if he had never met them. It’s hard grieving when you’re an active student with a bastard puppy who likes to act like he’s a small dog, but I’ve been trying. 

As a result, I’ve really been unable to think about writing this story. Anytime I do, my mind wanders. I either become so sad I close the tab or I open genshin impact to mindlessly button mash. I don’t say any of this for pity. I say this for transparency. I am unsure if or when I will be capable of writing more of this story. It does not help that I often wonder if it was a good idea to write this as a fanfic as opposed to an original story. 

When I first conceptualized this story, I was thinking of it as being very, very loosely inspired by debut or die. I decided to make it a fanfic to motivate me to write; if I was posting it, I’d obviously care to write it. But, as time has gone on, I found myself losing confidence for that same reason. Whether it be people reading and deliberately not understanding me or outright being disrespectful, it made me wonder if I should take this down silently. Honestly, anytime I try to think about how to continue this story I end up thinking, “Wow, if this wasn’t a fanfic, I really wouldn’t hate myself so much!” I believe that’s a cue to drop it, but I feel a sense of loyalty to this version. It was the first time I had any confidence or will to share something I’ve created. It isn’t like I never enjoyed this as an fanfic. It was a welcome challenge which I think makes this such a fun piece to begin with. I really, really enjoy this story.  I think I’ve struck gold here but… agh 

I say all of this because I am unsure of how to proceed. If I made it an original story, I don’t know if or how I would post it. If I kept this going, I’d likely want to do some sort of revisions that seem strange to do on an already posted work. I’d feel bad for whoever asked kindly to translate this work if I made edits after I agreed… Really, everything to do with this story I find myself in a predicament. On one hand, I have so many positive associations, on the other I have every degrading comment in the back of my mind making me wonder if it was ever a good call to begin with. Am I in over my head? Is what I’m saying making sense? I know I’m no idiot, but I know I can be stupid. Truthfully, I am lost. The vast majority of you all here have shown me nothing but kindness. But having multiple people dislike my work enough to go out of their way to let me know really doesn’t make me confident. I get it, people are mean. But I’m an individual who can’t take that if I’m already unsure of what I’m doing is the “right” thing. On top of that, I’m an individual who has been through a lot very quickly.

Anyone reading to this point I appreciate deeply. All I ask is that if you’re going to comment anything, please be nice. I understand my writing may be in the bizarre category, but if you read any isekai stories I ask you to cool it. If it isn’t too much to ask, I would like to know everyone’s opinions. If you absolutely hate this piece just… don’t tell me. Like actually. This is me saying that outright. I only want to know if this is something worth pursuing in any capacity. Maybe that’s part of the issue, me wanting outside opinions. Whatever. 

Thank you all very much. 

I hope you all are happy and well. If you aren’t, I am deeply sorry and pray for good times to come to you soon.