Stuck In My Drama Fantasy

My resolve broke—shattered like fragile glass beneath the weight of fate.

"Don't kill me! I still have so much to do! I'm young, full of potential! I—I am a woman with dreams!" I screamed, my voice cracking with desperation.

But they ignored me.

A woman, around my age—or rather, Soo hee's age—stepped forward from behind me.

She was different.

Her posture, despite her ragged state, was steady. Her clothes, tattered and stained with blood, hinted at a past of relentless battles. Both her wrists were pierced through with a thick iron rod, binding them together as fresh blood dripped down, painting a grotesque contrast against her pale skin.

Her gaze was empty, eyes dark as the abyss, but even in this state, she held a terrifying beauty.

Who was she? How did she end up this way?

"How brutal…" The words slipped from my lips.

Was this my fate too?

They dragged her away, her bound hands swinging slightly as she walked with slow, steady steps, never once struggling. They locked the cell again, leaving me in the deafening silence of my thoughts.

I sat there, staring at the damp, cracked ceiling. My back soon met the cold ground, and I spread my arms out in exhaustion.

"I wonder what happened to my body… Did So-Hee get transported into mine?"

The thought was terrifying, so I shoved it aside.

"Maybe it's not so bad after all. I had rent due and let's not pretend I wasn't going to get fired the next day if I didn't find Brenda. This could be like a break, you know. A little, vacation. What am I saying? This is a freaking nightmare."

Before I knew it, my vision blurred, and sleep claimed me.

The morning arrived with an eerie stillness. The dim light seeped through the cracks in the walls, barely illuminating the cold stone floor beneath me. The damp prison reeked of mold, sweat, and something metallic—blood, perhaps.

Rats scurried along the corners, their tiny claws scratching against the stone. The sound was unsettling, yet somehow, it was the only thing reminding me I was still alive.

I stirred in my sleep, mumbling incoherent words before my eyes fluttered open.

And there she was.

The same woman stood before me, watching me sleep with a chilling gaze.

Her presence sent a jolt through my body.

"Wha—What?" I jolted upright, shifting back instinctively.

Her body was bloodied, her expression blank, yet a strange amusement flickered in her dark eyes.

She extended her bound, blood-soaked hands toward me.

I hesitated, my eyes flickering to the broken cell door. The guards that once stood there lay slain, their bodies sprawled lifelessly on the cold stone floor.

A lump formed in my throat.

"Badass," I muttered under my breath.

Without hesitation, I took her outstretched hand.

With a single pull, she yanked me out of the cell, her grip as firm as steel. Without looking back, we ran.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears as we raced down the narrow corridors. Outside, the early morning air was crisp, almost refreshing despite the chaos we were leaving behind.

The streets were alive with activity. Merchants called out to passing customers, their wooden stalls lined with fresh fruits, vibrant fabrics, and handcrafted jewelry. The aroma of sizzling meat and spiced bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of damp earth. The chatter of traders haggling and children laughing created a stark contrast to the desperation clinging to me like a second skin.

Horses trotted along the cobblestone paths, their hooves clicking in rhythmic patterns. Carriages rolled by, carrying nobles dressed in rich silks, their laughter and conversation distant yet distinct.

I barely had time to take it all in.

Shouts rang behind us.

"Stop them!"

The guards had discovered our escape.

We pushed forward, feet pounding against the dirt path as we darted through alleyways. Despite her wounded state, the woman beside me moved effortlessly, her steps calculated, precise—like someone who had escaped countless times before.

I forced my legs to move faster.

A distant noise caught my attention—waves crashing against the shore.

We were close.

After what felt like an eternity, we reached the lake's edge. A small wooden boat sat waiting in the shallow waters, rocking slightly with the movement of the tide. It was an escape route.

A stroke of luck.

I hesitated, panting.

"Why are you helping me?" I finally asked.

She didn't answer.

Instead, she gestured for me to get in.

Confused but desperate, I stepped onto the boat.

The moment I did, she stayed behind.

The boat began to drift away.

I frowned.

"Hey! What are you doing? Get in!" I yelled.

Still, she didn't move.

She stood there, the morning sun casting an orange glow on her bruised face. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Then—

A sword plunged through her chest.

My breath hitched.

I blinked.

Once.

Twice.

She remained standing, her body frozen in place as crimson spread across her clothes.

I reached out instinctively, but the boat had already drifted too far.

She collapsed.

Her body hit the ground with a dull thud, her eyes lifeless.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

The guards who had pursued us stood there, their weapons still stained with her blood.

And I—

I could do nothing but watch.

The boat continued drifting, carrying me farther away from the nightmare unfolding on shore.

I sat in silence, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues.

Alone.