"Where the hell am I?" I muttered, blinking rapidly as I took in my surroundings.

I was in a luxurious, elegant room that practically screamed royalty. The walls were adorned with intricate golden designs, and the soft candlelight cast a warm glow over the place. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something expensive—probably the scent of wealth itself.

I glanced around, my confusion growing.

The furniture looked so lavish that I felt like even touching it would leave me in debt. There were beautifully crafted chairs with plush cushions, an enormous sofa-like thing that looked way too fancy to just be a couch, and in front of it, a massive table covered with an assortment of delicious-looking snacks and a steaming pot of tea. Whoever lived here clearly enjoyed the finer things in life.

A large mirror stood in one corner, and tall windows lined the walls, draped with silky curtains that swayed gently from the breeze slipping through the cracks. Outside, the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, meaning it was either sunrise or sunset—not that I had any clue which.

I frowned, trying to piece together how I had gotten here.

The last thing I remembered was... getting hit by a truck.

I groaned, rubbing my temples. Right. That happened.

I had just finished an exhausting shift at work and was heading home when I decided to check out a new game on my phone. I was scrolling through the options, trying to decide which one to pick, when I finally pressed the select button. And then—BAM.

Truck-kun, in all his unstoppable glory, plowed straight into me.

I had barely registered the pain before my vision faded to black. I could vaguely remember the cold pavement beneath me, the distant sound of people shouting, and then… nothing.

(Of course, Truck-kun just had to make an appearance. It’s practically an unwritten rule at this point.)

But instead of waking up in a hospital or, you know, the afterlife, I somehow ended up here.

I glanced down at myself and nearly choked.

I was wearing a cherry-red gown made of the finest fabric I had ever seen. The sleeves were long and elegant, trimmed with delicate lace, and the bodice fit me perfectly—which was odd, considering I had never worn anything remotely like this before.

The dress itself felt expensive, like something only nobility would wear.

I needed answers.

I turned to the mirror, and the moment my reflection stared back at me, I nearly had a heart attack.

It was me… but not exactly.

My features were more refined, my doe eyes sparkled unnaturally bright, my button nose was straighter, and my heart-shaped lips looked perfectly sculpted. My long, wavy black hair cascaded down to my lower back, silkier and shinier than I had ever seen it.

I blinked.

I leaned closer.

I poked my own cheek.

Yup. This was definitely me. But a much, much more beautiful version of me. It was as if someone had taken my face and edited it to perfection.

My mind raced. Had I… transmigrated?

I had read plenty of novels about people getting transported into books or games. Was this the same thing?

The idea was so exciting that I giggled happily, clapping my hands like a child. If anyone saw me right now, they’d probably assume I had completely lost it.

But then, a horrifying thought hit me.

"Wait… how do I know which book or game I’m in?"

Panic replaced my excitement. I had read too many books and played way too many games to figure it out immediately. What if I had landed in one of those dark fantasy stories where people got betrayed, poisoned, or burned at the stake for the smallest mistake?

I gulped. Please let this be a wholesome otome game.

Before I could spiral further into my thoughts, the door suddenly creaked open.

I stiffened as a young servant girl entered, dressed in a simple maid’s outfit. She had neatly tied brown hair, wide blue eyes, and a slightly nervous expression as she approached me.

She gave me a respectful bow before speaking.

"My Lady Sylviane, your family is expecting you for dinner."

I froze.

Oh.

Oh.

Welp. That answered one of my questions.

Not only was I in a new world, but I apparently had a family here too.

And they were expecting me.

…This was going to be interesting.

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I followed the servant down the long hallway, heading toward what I assumed was the dining room.

The hallway itself was breathtaking. The walls were adorned with mesmerizing paintings, each framed in intricate gold. The floor was polished to perfection, reflecting the glow of the elegant chandeliers hanging above.

As I walked, something caught my eye—a large painting hanging in the center of the hallway. I stopped abruptly, my breath hitching.

It was a portrait of a family of four.

And there I was—standing in the center.

I took a step closer, my eyes scanning the other figures in the painting. A beautiful woman with warm eyes, a strong and dignified man, and a young boy with sharp features. Something about them felt… eerily familiar.

And then, like a slap to the face, it hit me.

"Wait, wait—aren't they the characters from the otome game Infinite Love?!" I whispered, staring wide-eyed at the painting.

My heart pounded as memories rushed back.

I knew these people.

Not because I had met them before, but because they were fictional. My friend had ranted about this game so much that I had finally decided to try it out. I had literally just selected it before I got hit by Truck-kun.

And now, I was here.

In the game.

As a side character.

A side character who dies at the very beginning.

Oh, great. Just fantastic.

"Lady Sylviane, we're getting late. We should go," the maid reminded me gently.

I turned to her, still dazed. She called me Sylviane.

Which meant…

I was Sylviane de Rosnay now.

I, Sylvia, had somehow turned into Sylviane de Rosnay, the forgettable side character who gets killed off almost immediately.

I gulped. I really needed a moment to process this.

"Uh… five minutes, please. I'll come," I told the maid, still staring at the painting.

She nodded but didn’t leave. Instead, she stood silently at the side, sneaking glances at me.

"Why is Lady Sylviane acting so weird today?" she probably wondered.

Yeah, well, if she transmigrated into a doomed character, she’d be acting weird too.

"My Lady, we really should go now," she said again.

I glanced at her, trying to remember her name. Right—Stella.

"Okay, okay, let's go," I sighed, reluctantly pulling myself away from the painting.

*few minutes later*

"You arrived, sweetie," a beautiful woman greeted me as soon as I stepped into the dining room.

She had soft, honey-colored eyes and a gentle smile. Her voice was warm and full of affection.

This was Isabeau de Rosnay—my mother. Or rather, Sylviane’s mother. In the game, she was known for being kind, caring, and the perfect noblewoman.

"We were waiting for you. Come, dear, let's have dinner," a deep voice said.

I turned my gaze toward the tall, imposing man sitting at the head of the table. His strong features and piercing gaze made him look intimidating, but there was warmth in his expression.

Raynaud de Rosnay.

Sylviane’s father. A respected noble, a powerful man, and—despite being middle-aged—still ridiculously handsome. Seriously, why did game characters always have to be so attractive?

Nodding awkwardly, I walked over and took a seat next to a young man who looked a little older than me.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

Sharp golden eyes, raven-black hair, and a quiet but powerful aura.

Oh.

Raphaël de Rosnay.

Sylviane’s older brother.

He was calm, intelligent, and absolutely ruthless—the kind of guy who could destroy someone with just a look. In the game, he was cold and distant, but also fiercely protective of the people he cared about.

I swallowed nervously. I really hoped I was included in that list.

As I picked up my fork, I could feel Raphaël’s gaze on me. He was watching me silently, but there was something… gentle about his eyes.

Weird.

I pushed the thought aside and focused on eating quietly while secretly observing them.

Because, let’s be real—this was a lot to take in.

A few hours ago, I was just a regular girl named Sylvia, heading home from work. Now, I was Sylviane de Rosnay, eating dinner with fictional characters who thought I was their daughter and sister.

And the worst part? I barely knew anything about them.

Well, except for the fact that they were game characters.

But that wasn’t exactly useful information when I was now living in the game.

I was still trying to figure out my next move when my mother suddenly spoke up, her voice hesitant.

"Dear, why are you so quiet? Is it because of Prince Silas?"

I blinked.

Who?

Silas?

Why did that name sound familiar?

I frowned, thinking hard.

And then—I remembered.

Silas was…...

Silas.

The first prince of the Kingdom of Obelia.

The cursed and abandoned prince.

Exiled as a child to a freezing palace deep in the mountains, far from the capital, far from anyone who could care for him.

He had no surname because he refused to be associated with the father who abandoned him.

And worst of all…

Sylviane de Rosnay was meant to die at his hands.

I swallowed hard. Oh, great. Just fantastic.

Silas was cursed before he was even born. His father—the emperor—was a cruel tyrant who committed unspeakable sins. And as divine punishment, his firstborn child was cursed instead of him.

When Silas was born, his body was slightly deformed, marked by scar-like wounds that looked like stab injuries. As he grew older, the deformities faded, but the pain remained. His body carried wounds that had never been inflicted. Wounds that should have belonged to his father.

I felt bad for him.

He had done nothing wrong, yet he was punished for his father’s sins and then discarded like trash.

But then again… Sylviane didn’t deserve to die, either.

In the game, she was sent to Silas under imperial orders to “heal” him. Except, instead of being cured, Silas killed her.

I remembered my friend ranting about it. How Sylviane’s death shattered her family.

Her mother died from grief.

Her father followed soon after.

Her brother, Raphaël, lost everything and went mad with vengeance. He attacked the emperor himself… and was brutally tortured and killed.

Looking at them now, alive and happy, I couldn’t even begin to imagine their pain.

But this story… was not what it seemed.

There was something much darker, much more twisted hiding beneath it all.

And this time…

I wasn’t going to let Sylviane—or me—die.

I snapped out of my thoughts when my mother spoke again.

"Dear, if you don’t want to go, I can speak to the emperor," she said gently, concern in her warm eyes. "As long as your father is alive, no one can force you to do anything against your will."

I turned to my father.

He sat tall, his sharp features calm but commanding. The way he looked at me… it was so gentle yet held an unspoken promise.

"Say the word, and I’ll burn the whole empire down."

Yeah… the Duke of Rosnay was THAT kind of dad.

"No, Dad, no need," I said quickly, before he actually started planning a coup.

I took a deep breath. I needed to go. There was something I needed to check, something I needed to change.

This time, I wouldn’t let fate kill me.

"You’re not going alone."

I turned to see Raphaël staring at me, his golden eyes serious.

"Your brother is here. I won’t let anyone hurt you," he said.

Okay, wow.

That was… unexpectedly sweet.

I barely knew this guy, but hearing him say that made my heart feel warm.

"Yeah, darling, we’re all here for you," my mother added, smiling. Then, in the same sweet voice, she added, "And if you need to take care of someone, I have some very strong potions that can do the job."

I nearly choked on air.

Did she just casually offer me poison?!

I looked at my father and brother, expecting them to be horrified.

Instead, they both nodded approvingly.

Was murder just… a normal dinner conversation in this family?!

I let out a shaky laugh. "Uh… thanks, Mom. I’ll let you know if I need some."

She beamed like I’d just complimented her cooking.

I exhaled, feeling a little overwhelmed.

I had never been this loved before. I had never had a family like this. People who cared, who protected, who stood by each other no matter what.

It was… nice.

"Thank you all," I said, truly grateful. "If I need your help, I’ll ask."

They all smiled at me, as if I had just made the best decision of my life.

I didn’t know what the future held, but at least now, I wasn’t alone.

Dinner continued, filled with random conversation and occasional murder suggestions.

Afterward, everyone went to their rooms, and I made my way to mine.

Or rather, Sylviane’s.

The moment I stepped inside, I almost collapsed onto the bed.

The mattress was so soft it felt like a cloud was hugging me.

I let out a content sigh. This was heaven.

The exhaustion of the day hit me all at once.

The transmigration.

The new family.

The cursed prince.

The looming threat of death.

I was completely drained.

With one last deep breath, I closed my eyes.

And just like that, sleep pulled me under.

For the first time in a long time, I had a peaceful night.