Let's try something out. What if a man likes reading a story about romance? What if in that story, the main character wasn't a man but a woman? Lets level this up, what if in that story, the woman died. Yes and she got reborn. Where? To an otome game where everyone have been dreaming to be about. Welcome to "Broken World"! Save the world from chaos, conquer several men and steal their hearts to your hearts content! Adventure through the lands or conquer your own dreams! What path will you take, doom or reign? Serve or be served? Death or glory? "We will await your success... Author M"

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An image had appear in my head. And I, pressed it with my finger.

It was cozy, bright and heavy. The sunlight was piercing through the window curtains, it was down yet it failed to blocked the sunlight. My sight was blocked by these blinding light and as I open my eyes, all I can see was a woman at her forties sleeping while in sit beside my bed. It was uncomfortable, the room was plain, unfamilliar and gloomy. I am certain that we are used to be rich, from the family painting and that out of the style old pink cabinet in this room as well as that golden table which had a faded luster, "Where am I?"

Pain runs in my head as I remember all the events that I had at once. "What are these?" No, all of those memories became blurry that faded as soon as they popped-out. They are gone, as though like a wind that drifts in the wilds, losing their way.

Seemingly as waking from the dream, the woman besides my bed wakes up slowly, holding my left hand as I only felt just now and with her tears, she cried and hugged me tightly, 'I am not going anywhere... please calm down'. I haven't yet recovered, I don't know who I am and I have no memories of it. To be precised, it had faded away.

"Miss Lady 'or mrs?', I am sorry, but, who am I?"

'I asked her about who I am. In that way, she can tell me her relation with me and anything that I may not know in these place. Certainly, she will know my meaning right?"

She just looked at me with her sour-sweet face that comes from crying. Using her hands, she opened and close one of it and using her hands leaving one finger behind, she sways it left and right while shaking her head.

"You-", I was surprise. "You can't talk...". Buffled why, I see. The room was gloomy and my heart aches painfully without knowing the cause as I see this woman crying while holding my hands.

Without my knowledge, I have fallen asleep. Truly, I just wake up and it already feels a long day.

I opened my eyes and found myself in an unfamilliar place. There was no beginning yet no end. It was night and dark, as I run with my full strength fleeing from my demise while leaving behind everything that I got. "What are those that I have left?". I don't know anymore! Seeing myself but unable to do anything l... experiencing something but having no knowledge of it? The feeling of helplessness that I've got in this chase. Hate, anger and frustration. Sadness, pity and revenge, having these feelings without knowing why makes my heart burst that wakes me up the next morning.