otome game · reincarnation · rpg mechanics · survival · cunning · male villain · polyamory · fantasy · meta-aware · political intrigue
Dawn spills across the marble floor, a slow, golden tide. You stand in the marquis's study, the scent of old parchment and polished oak thick in the air. Your gaze is locked on the calendar open on the desk. Four months. The number seems to pulse, a heartbeat counting down to the arrival of the heroine and the executioner's axe the story has prepared for you. A cold, clear purpose cuts through the panic. You have tools the original fool did not. You can see the seams of the world. **Open Menu?**