Death by Truck kun

Elena Voss was 27, chronically sleep-deprived, and currently regretting every life choice that had led her to this exact moment.

"Stupid project deadline… stupid boss… stupid me for thinking energy drinks were a personality trait," she muttered, eyes burning as she gripped the steering wheel.

The highway lights blurred into streaks of white and orange. Her playlist had looped back to the same sad indie song for the third time. She reached for her phone to change it.

Big mistake.

The truck appeared out of nowhere,like the universe had been waiting for this exact second of distraction. Headlights flooded the windshield. Horns blared.

"Oh sh----"

Impact.

Then nothing.

No dramatic white light. No choir of angels. Just a weird, weightless sensation, like when you fall in a dream and wake up right before you hit the ground.

Except Elena didn't wake up in her bed.

She woke up in a bed that probably cost more than her entire apartment, car, and student loans combined.

Silk sheets. Canopy above her head dripping with gold embroidery. A crystal chandelier the size of a compact car. The faint scent of roses and something floral that made her nose itch.

Her first coherent thought was- Did I get isekai'd into a rich person's vacation home?

Her second thought came when she tried to sit up and nearly face-planted because her body felt… wrong. Too light. Too graceful.

Too not hers.

She looked down.

Pale hands. Delicate fingers. Long silver-blonde hair cascading over shoulders like some anime protagonist. A lacy nightgown that probably belonged in a historical drama

Elena blinked slowly.

Then she screamed.

"WHAT THE HELL---"

The scream came out in a perfect, crystalline noble lady voice. Even her panic sounded elegant. This somehow made everything worse.

The door burst open. Two maids in crisp black-and-white uniforms rushed in, eyes wide with alarm.

"My lady! What happened? Are you hurt?" the older one asked, already reaching for her.

Elena scrambled backward on the enormous bed like a startled cat, clutching the blanket to her chest. "Whoa, whoa, personal space! Who are you? Where am I? Is this a prank? Am I on some weird reality show?"

The maids exchanged worried glances.

"Lady Seraphina… did you have another nightmare?" the younger maid asked gently.

Seraphina.

The name hit her like a second truck.

Elena froze. Memories that weren't hers flooded in,sharp, vivid, and absolutely terrifying. Ballroom scenes. Cruel laughter. A handsome prince looking at her with disgust. A heroine with golden curls and protagonist energy. A guillotine.

"Oh no. Oh no no no." Elena clutched her head. "I'm the villainess. I'm that bitch. The one who gets executed at twenty-one after tormenting everyone. Crown of Thorns and Roses. I hated her so much!"

The maids looked increasingly concerned.

"My lady, perhaps we should call the physician---"

"No!" Elena yelped, then immediately tried to sound more composed. "I mean… no, thank you. I'm fine. Just… a very vivid dream. Extremely vivid. Oscar-worthy, really."

She swung her legs off the bed and stood up. The movement was far too graceful. Seraphina's body moved like it had been trained in etiquette since birth.

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