Velvet Manor, Ballroom Ruins. It's morning, but emotionally it was midnight in Rei's soul.
Rei sat hunched in the corner of what used to be a respectable noble ballroom and now looked like a crime scene curated by five wedding-obsessed pyromaniacs. He had bags under his eyes, muffin crumbs in his hair, and the haunted aura of a man who'd been declared "insanity's enemy" by four very determined women.
"Maybe," Rei muttered, "if I fake my death again, they'll finally move on."
The [System] buzzed awake like an alarm clock forged from spite.
[Daily Reminder: You cannot respawn. Fake death attempts result in increased yandere suspicion.]
[Additional Note: Probability of Survival = 11%. Correction: 9%. Wait. Updating again. 3%.]
"…It's dropping while I'm sitting here doing nothing?!" Rei wailed.
[Correct. Your existence is a crime against harem equilibrium.]
