Hospitals, doctors, medication, recovery, relapse... try again. (Y/n) spent her whole life in hospitals, grappling with uncurable illnesses and being born an extremely sickly fragile child restricted her more than it should have. Be it a chance to live normally to having the opportunity to go to school, make friends, have fun and be close to her family. The only thing she looked forward to at this point was reading new chapters of a certain manhwa she's picked up recently. In her final moments, confined to a hospital bed and tethered to machines, she pondered what could have been if she were healthy and free. Would she have been capable of achieving something significant? ...If only, then maybe (y/n) would have had her answer. The question lingered in her exhausted mind as she closed her eyes, her senses growing duller by the second. Awaiting for death to finally take her away.... Only.... only it didn't? Instead she found herself lying limp on the floor, tightly clutching a bloodstained dagger and shaking from the agony. Scorfull gazes wherever she went, a heavy atmosphere surrounding the manor she was stranded in, strange people appearing to sabotage her quest to uncover the hidden mysteries of this ominous place, a missing father, peculiar cousin and an uncle that causes unease merely with his presence. Welcome to I'm that kind of talent! A fanfiction written by yours truly out of delusion and simping where we will be following the extraordinary adventures and problems complicating the life of our dear mc! That for some reason found herself stuck in the world of "I'm not that kind of talent". What will she do when faced with things that are much bigger than herself? Will she manage to finally enjoy the taste of freedom that she so desperately wished for in her dying breath? Or will she instead fall into despair and never ending darkness under the crushing weight of what's to come?! Read to find out and as always stay tuned!
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