That night, heavy rain drenched the entire city.
The sound of the rain broke the silence of my small apartment. Flashes of lightning often lit up the room, revealing my messy bookshelves and desk.
I'm a fantasy novelist, putting my imagination to work by writing novels. But, sometimes I get bored with the repetitive routine that I do. Every day, I just sit and stare at the computer screen at my desk.
Although I've been a novelist for quite some time, my works don't have much of a following.
Well, that's probably because the storyline is boring.
Phew.
"Should I continue here?" I said lazily looking at the computer screen.
To be honest now, I was confused. I'm wondering if I should continue the story of the novel I'm writing now.
I, for one, lack motivation.
The number of readers is decreasing every time I update the next chapter. That's why I'm lacking motivation to continue my story.
"Hah, I really don't know anymore. Maybe I should just quit being a writer and find another job? another job?"
While I was thinking, I was surprised by a message notification on my computer screen.
"What is this, a message?"
I opened the message,
[Want to try something?]
Try something? I wondered. What does that mean? What something? I didn't even recognize her.
Even though I felt strange, I still responded to the message out of curiosity.
[What do you mean? Trying something what?]
After I sent my reply message, her reply message appeared immediately.
[Something nice. Isn't your life difficult these days as a author? How is it? Do you want to?]
I was confused again by her reply, not understanding at all. Why does she know I'm a author?
What does that mean anyway? Could he be a stalker looking for my personal information? I thought.
Even though I felt a little scared, I still responded to the message.
How did you know I was a author? Are you looking for my personal information?]
[I'm your fan.]
Fan?
[You're my fan? Okay I see, back to the question you asked earlier. Of course, if I can, I want to try something fun. And, how?]
Well, there's no way anything will happen right? I'm just ignorant about it, I don't know her anyway.
[Okay. Then, enjoy.]
What does that mean? Well, it's definitely just a prankster from the beginning. I know that.
But all of a sudden, my computer was glowing very brightly. That light... Like it was trying to devour me into it.
"Wh-what's going on? I'm... Getting dragged in..."
I tried to break free, but couldn't. The computer was swallowing me more and more into itself.
My vision went dark.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my apartment.
Here, where?
I try to assess the situation, where I am right now. This luxurious bed that I'm sitting on... The antique yet elegant interior of the room, it's like...
I stood up, and walked towards the mirror. To my surprise, it didn't show my face, but the face of a handsome man with jet-black hair and eyes.
And I, recognize this face.
Sirius Wolverine, he's... The villain in the novel I wrote...
"What the... Why did I become this person? Am I dreaming?"
As if in disbelief, I tried pinching my cheek. And this pain, it's real.
I can't believe this, did I enter the world of the novel I wrote myself?
Instead of that, why do I have to possess this villain character who is destined to have a tragic end?!
In the original story, Sirius Wolverine was a cruel and cold villain. He did not even hesitate to kill children if it upset him. His reputation... Very bad.
Even in his family, Sirius had a very bad reputation. He mistreated servants and house guards.
And I, now possessing someone like that? That's really crazy.
"Damn it... This has really gone crazy."
A knock on the door came while I was lamenting my bad luck.
"Excuse me, young master..." Someone said from behind the door.
Well, for now I can't help but live my life as Sirius. Therefore, let's pretend for now, I'll think of a solution later.
"Come in," I replied.
The door then opened and revealed a young girl wearing a maid outfit, it seemed like she was one of the maids in this house.
"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to imitate Sirius' cold speaking style.
"T-that... the great lord asked you to immediately pack for the Siren Academy this afternoon, young master," the servant replied in a stuttering tone.
Academy? In that case, Sirius is still a 17-year-old youth now.
That's right, I was looking in the mirror earlier but I didn't realize it.
This is good news, because if that's the case it means I can change the destiny of Sirius Wolverine.
"I see, alright. Thank you." I replied still with a flat and cold tone.
"Eh?" The servant was surprised,
Huh? Why is she so surprised? Did I say something strange?
"What made you surprised like that?", I asked.
"E-eh, n-nothing, Young Master. I-I'm sorry..." she said in a tone that stuttered even more than before.
"Tell me," I tried to intimidate through my gaze.
"A-ah, a-anu, that... just now, i-I'm sorry Young Master. I-I was just a little surprised earlier... B-because Young Master said thank you..." She said.
Huh? Has this Sirius never said thank you at all? But well, no wonder.
"That's a natural thing, why are you surprised? That's enough, come out now. I'm going to get ready." I said in my usual cold tone.
"Y-yes, Young Master. Please excuse me."
The servant bowed to me and left.
"Phew..."
I realized one more thing, it seems Sirius' reputation is worse than I thought. Judging from the waiter's expression, it depicts fear.
"I should try harder, huh? Alright. Let's do this." I said with determination.
Before that, I had to make preparations for the Siren Academy.
I honestly can't wait to go there, imagining that I'll go to the place I made... Very exciting