Different answers lead to different conclusions.

I understood that when I chose the easy way out.

But…

“Ugh… my head…”

As I open my eyes, I realize that somehow, in some way…

 I’m still alive.

“An unfamiliar ceiling.”

…

As I finally woke up from my deep slumber—wait, slumber!?

I committed suicide, right? I even remember losing consciousness and muttering something before my sight faded to black.

But I feel totally real… did I do something wrong?

I sat up on my bed, the soft fabric shifting around me. The blankets and pillows are pink and frilly, far too delicate and feminine for my taste.

Instinctively, I pull the blanket around me, a habit I developed back when I became a useless hikki-neet. But as I glance around the room, a sinking feeling settles in my gut.

Everything is… too neat. Too unfamiliar. Definitely not how I roll.

I pressed my temples, trying to clear my mind from this insane and illogical situation.

“Ahh… what the hell happened—”

I cut off my voice.

That voice.

I-it was definitely low-pitched before, right? My voice, that is. 

So why did I just hear a girl’s voice coming from my mouth?

With my heart pounding and swelling, I opened my mouth again, testing it.

"Ahh—ahhh."

A sweet, melodic, high-pitched voice rings out.

Yep. What the f*ck just happened?

“W-wait, does this mean…?”

Dread lingers around my chest as I slowly remove the blanket wrapped around me.

My gaze traveled downward to the floor, taking a good look.

I saw something. Something definitely foreign from my perspective.

Two soft yet large mounds pressed against my chest.

“W-wait just a minute...”

I scrambled out of bed and rushed to the mirror.

The reflection staring back at me leaves me both astounded and horrified.

A girl, barely an adult, stands in front of the mirror, mimicking my every move.

Her mystic green eyes shimmer like fluttering spring leaves.

Her long, pink hair flows like cherry blossoms in full bloom. 

Her skin is pale, almost porcelain-like, as if she walked straight out of a photoshoot.

Her body, almost at the level of models or celebrities.

But most importantly—her beauty is on another level.

Frozen in shock, I take in every detail of this unfamiliar body.

A beauty mark under her left eye.

Wait…

That beauty mark—

It looks exactly like the one I had on my back when I was still a man.

A coincidence? Or something more?

...

I search the room, trying to piece together this bizarre situation.

After rifling through drawers and scanning the neatly arranged desk, I find a wallet full of cash and cards, and I also found a phone. Her phone.

Inside the wallet, there’s a spare school ID and an ID card.

Seon Areum-suk.

That’s who I am now.

I know rummaging through someone’s belongings isn’t exactly ethical, but considering that I’m her now, I need to know as much as possible.

 If I’m going to live in this body, I have to protect both her dignity and my own.

My investigations doesn’t stop there.

First, I’ve traveled back in time.

Today is May 16, 2019—exactly three years before I… well, you know.

If I'm back in time in another body, does that mean that my past self, or Heomak Ryun of the present, exists in this world? Or am I completely rewritten from existence?

I'm not exactly famous yet, so I can't just search up "Ryun Heomak" and get any answers.

Second, this girl—I—have a family.

A mother, a father, and a little brother.

I only know their names for now, but their personalities, likes or dislikes?

Yeah, that's gonna be a problem.

And finally…

Am I reincarnated? Or did my soul just possess this girl after escaping my original body?

I have no way of knowing.

But while I’m in this body, I plan to live as her and act as her.

That doesn’t mean I’ll be selfless about it.

No, if some otherworldly force pitied me enough to grant me a second chance—then I’ll take full advantage of this life.

With this body. I'll live once more. Chasing my past dreams and aspirations to the fullest.

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May 16, 2019.

Somewhere in one of Korea's most prestigious academies...

A certain 16-year-old boy sits on a bench behind the school campus, mindlessly playing games on his phone to pass the time.

His name is Heomak Ryun—an aspiring professional gamer.

“Hey, don’t you think that’s getting kinda boring?”

Another boy, sitting beside him, leans over with a teasing smirk.

“How so? It’s pretty fun for me,” Ryun replies, tilting his head in confusion.

“Because you’re always playing solo! Come on, let me in on the action too!” the boy exclaimed, practically bouncing with enthusiasm.

That boy is none other than Yoo Jaehyun—Ryun’s best friend and childhood friend.

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