**Chapter 1: A New Story**

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Some unfamiliar voice: "Lady Alara, Lady Alara..."

As I opened my eyes in an unfamiliar place and started looking at unfamiliar faces, I thought, *Who are these people? Why are they calling me Alara? Where am I? And why am I alive?*

In a state of shock, I ran toward a mirror and saw my face. The first thing that came to my mind was, *This is not me. Who is this? This is not my face.* I suddenly realized these brown eyes with long lashes, which would soon lose their will to live, and this long, silky, shiny hair as dark as her life. Also, this white skin, which is flawless without any skincare, this fine figure and height, and these soft features—all belonged to a character in a novel who was sacrificed for the sake of the story, where the main character reincarnates as a villain or another character and finds their happiness. But my character is sacrificed for the male lead and female lead.

I had dropped this novel because I thought it was like any other, but the main reason was that I could relate to the character Alara. She was living the same life as me. The novel was my only escape, just like for others.

In the end, I decided to give up on my life and throw it away.

The first thing that came to my mind after waking up as Alara was, *Is this my punishment for suicide? Is this the cost of my suicide?*

The first thing that came to my mind after waking up as Alara was, *Is this my punishment for suicide? Is this the cost of my suicide?*

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                           (Alara)

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