I was just a novelist. Then I got dragged into another world told to prevent its destruction. The problem? The ones destined to destroy it. are the villains. And my only skill is. A book. A book that pulls people into my stories. Tragic stories. Stories that were never meant to save anyone. So I chose. Carefully. Desperately. If I can make them change… maybe the future will too. “…Why would you choose me?” “…It was the right decision.” “…Then why does it feel like this…?” “It wasn’t forced.” “It was a choice I made.” “…And she suffered because of it.” “…Please stay.” It seems… It’s working better than I expected.