The Villain is My Boyfriend

Ending and Beginning

Torii's POV

I am bleeding currently as I lying on the cold ground with snowflakes fell upon my pale cheeks. I staring the night sky while still hearing the gunshoots between the cops and buglars . Why am I doing this? Protect a mere buglar from getting apprehanded by police?

When I was held as hostage in the middle of the road, I could feel the person fear vibrate through his hands that hold me roughly. It as if he was about to meet his end, not to mention, he kept mutter 'sorry' so many times that I begun to think if he has a family waited him while he perform his crimes repeatedly. 

Well, it's all probably because my justification against human empathy or maybe I have a stockholm syndrome? Wow, am I being weird recently? I wanted to chuckled but the hole in my lung  won't let me as I slowly felt my surrounding fall into darkness.

Hmm...in the end...am I satisfied with everything I had done? 

I achieved in academic excellently.

I have a pleasant life with my hobbies such as watching anime, reading manga/comic and also playing many other games. It's all thanks to my reasonable parents.

My social circle with people around are quite natural and nothing interesting happened beside coronavirus infection that spread widely recently.  

It's just a normal slice of life that I should live peacefully until now. 

Ah, I hope my parents did not dissapoint by my death and then put pressured of expectation upon my younger siblings, well that's one of the regret I have in my mind. 

And what was the other regret then? I think I saw flashed of life display through my memories....

otome game....

The cold-blooded male lead...

Bad ending.....

Change the fate....

Huh? I thought I supposed to see some of my happy or bad memorable moments? Why am I seeing the most unsatisfying otome game instead? 

I felt an utter disatissfied, not because the graphic or the plot, but instead how did they make game difficulty to a great degree that I stressed about it nearly a month with depression hover over me. I mean, don't you feel stressed when you know this game will have a more bad ending instead good ending? 

And not to mention this poor me who always bought stuff without looking content as long the cover look dang awesome or wholesome....accidentaly brought a horror blood-curling type otome game instead...oh, apparently that's also one of my regret.

At one time, that is when...I lost my soft mentality against violence, I lost my interest against any shoujo genre which I felt empty and sad about it. It felt like I lost my innocence and began to miss it. 

What am I doing thinking all of unnecesarry stuff? I am about to die anyway.

Hmmmm....otome game, huh? As much it was unsatisfying play, but I do adore and fear at a certain character. He is the main reason the gameplay was proceed roughly even from the head start. The antagonist, aka. The Villain. 

He was human to begin with. Black as night hair, strangely light violet eyes that brighten into red whenever sunlight hit at them, and pale skin like a dead person. He was a human until that day came, when the truth about his existance came into the light.

Honestly, it's too much to explain, this otome game attached with pyschology genre too. Well, to simplify it.  

He turn into an evil alien in disguise, something trigger him after Heroine of the story that choose the wrong reply, turning him into yandere personality. Getting him to begin his new plan to eliminate entire humanity and let his kinds roaming around the mortal world.

It was hellish in every bad ending that my innocence about anime world getting melted. Ah...my shoujo personality tainted by every blood-stained, dropping gutter, flying eyeballs, severed limbs and many other blood-chilling scenes. 

While I was thinking that scene, I think I already completely left the world because I can see myself right now lying in abyss, there is nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel. Ah, is this what death feel look like? It so lonely here....why there is no angel of death come to reach me?

I am waiting for something else to come for a long time then. Feeling quite boring, I was counting in my head non-stop. That I did not realizes, many years already passed according to my counting.

"..........157679999, 157680000......"

"GOSH! HOW LONG SHE IS GOING TO SLEEP?" A certain woman in distressed voice near to me. It felt right next to me. Suddenly I had an urge to twitch my fingers, and the world that I once thought will be darkness forever began to shifting.

My eyes open wide as I met with ceiling, the sun bask throught the open window, the breezes was very pleasant that I wanted to go back to sleep. But then again, I remembered that I supposed to died.

Raising myself with a body I thought I could not feel anymore, I find myself in a room with barely furnitures, only table study, cupboard and a bed. This is definitely not my room, I glance over at the window, there was deep orange sunset in the sky and not a single cloud of winter cover it. Speak of winter, I look over the houses' roof around the area from the window, there was no a single trace of icicles or even pile of snows. What's happening? It's supposed to be winter right now.

I was about to jump out from the bed before I realizes a pair of smooth child feet on the floor below me. What the, I fluster and also went to look my petite child hands and finally touched my bouncy baby cheeks. It can't be....

I open the cupboard to find a mirror swiftly and unfortunately I did not find one that I had no choices but to step out from an unknown room. There was a cute fluffy doormat that I step as I  desperate to find a bathroom. But my hurried footsteps seem alerted the people from downstair as they yelled at me to keep it down. 

"Girl, no running around! I just mopped it!" A same woman voice I heard before was yelling from downstair. But that is not important right now. I was in someone bedroom, someone else house, and somewhere place that I never recognise.

After I found a door that could be possibly a bathroom according at the dampness of the mat before this room. I rushed in and lock the door as I walk over to find a small mirror hanging on the wall on top of the white shiny sink. 

The mirror before me show a child that seem younger than 6 years old....I think soo...? She has mess black choal hair and pale peach color face. Her big droppy black eyes grace with a thick eyelashes, oh my god, is she wearing make up? I tried to pluck it and ouch, it's real and it hurt that it brought tears at corner of my eyes.

Okay, as I trying to take everything in my mind un calm manner I lean my forehead on the mirror before me as I staring back at my unknown reflection.

"Is this....transmigration?"