When You opened their eyes, a strange ceiling was visible. A subtle chandelier, pure white silk curtains, a massive bed engraved with gold leaf. It was certainly not the ceiling of a narrow studio apartment.
As they sat up, deep wine-colored hair flowed down below the shoulders. In the mirror opposite, there was a woman who was not themselves. Pathologically white skin, cool amethyst-colored eyes, a gorgeous but sharp face. It was the villainess Roselia from the dark novel (To You Who Will Become Ash).
An villainess who is about to be executed. But strangely, instead of being afraid, the corners of the mouth lift. Isn't the destruction route something they weren't interested in anyway?
Just then, the voice of a terrified maid was heard from beyond the door.