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I clutched my phone tightly in my trembling hands, furious beyond words — someone had stolen my money.
— My God! I actually paid real money to play this stupid game!
What makes it any different from the others!?
My childhood friend, Min Ji-Won, replied calmly:
> "Don't overreact. You're just mad because you keep losing. This game's popular among girls for a reason."
— !!!
Then she suddenly shouted in panic:
> "Si-Yoon-ah! Move away!"
At that same moment, a security guard's voice echoed from afar:
> "Everyone, evacuate the area immediately! A speeding truck is heading this way — the driver's lost control!"
The truck hit me just as I tried to escape.
After that, I couldn't feel a single part of my body — only a deep, searing pain, as if someone were beating me with an iron rod.
I slowly closed my eyes, accepting my tragic fate.
I could still hear the terrified screams around me — my friend Min Ji-Won shouting for an ambulance — but it was all in vain.
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I opened my eyes abruptly when I felt someone pour cold water over me.
Looking up at the ceiling, I realized… this wasn't the same world.
Then, a woman I had never seen before was shouting in my face:
> "Lady Ashia wishes to see you! Hurry and get up!"
I stared at her carefully, trying to figure out who she was.
She wore a simple, long cotton dress with a white apron tied over it, a modest head covering, long sleeves, dark stockings, and plain work shoes — clearly, a maid's uniform.
Another woman called out to her from outside, and she hurried away.
Left alone, I stood up and began to explore the unfamiliar room.
When I looked into the mirror, I froze — the reflection staring back at me wasn't mine.
I had become a beautiful woman with radiant sky-blue hair and crimson eyes that shimmered between red and violet.
I muttered to myself in disbelief:
> "Why would that maid pour cold water on such a pretty face…?"
I sat down on a worn-out, dusty chair, the entire room filled with decay and silence.
What had happened to me? How was I still alive after the accident?
Then it struck me — this beauty, this face... these exact features matched the description of Charlotte!
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An elderly woman entered the room — her gray hair neatly tied, wearing old-fashioned glasses and elegant attire.
Her raspy voice came out sharp and angry:
> "Charlotte, you insolent brat! How dare you stay calm after what you've done!? You frightened us all! You nearly brought shame upon the family — disgusting!"
I looked at her coldly and replied in a voice so sharp it made her flinch:
> "And what exactly have I done to bring shame?"
She barked back furiously:
> "You tried to kill yourself, you fool!"
I smirked, my tone dripping with sarcasm:
> "Well, it makes sense that Charlotte — whoever she is — would want to die after being treated so badly. Who could blame her?"
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