Chapter 1: Into the Page

Lauren was lounging on her bed, completely immersed in the final pages of a comic book. The house was quiet—too quiet. Her fingers clutched the paper tightly as the climax neared, the characters’ emotions bleeding from the panels into her imagination. Just as she flipped the next page, the ground beneath her shuddered violently.

An earthquake?

Before she could react, her vision blurred. The comic book slipped from her hands. Everything went black.

She floated in weightlessness, her body numb, her thoughts disjointed.

“Huh?! I feel so light… Where am I?”

Voices, faint and unfamiliar, echoed around her. Faces—strange, warm, smiling—came into view.

“Oh! My daughter is so beautiful,” a woman cooed. “Look, Amah, her cheeks are so soft.”

Lauren’s lips parted. She tried to speak, to ask Where am I?—but only incoherent sounds escaped. “Awoiwoa…”

Her brow furrowed. What was happening?

“She… she spoke!” the man beside her gasped. “Our daughter just spoke!”

Daughter?

Lauren blinked. Her body felt smaller… lighter… softer? She glanced at her hands—tiny. A child’s.

No… this isn’t right.

She could feel it deep in her gut—this wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t her world anymore.

Don’t tell me… don’t tell me I transmigrated into a comic…

Three days passed. Lauren—no, Laura, as everyone now called her—was still reeling. Her memories were intact: the comic books, the novels, the old life. She remembered reading about transmigration in fantasy stories, but now she was living it.

Her ‘parents’ were kind. Gentle. Loving. They named her Laura and doted on her like she was their greatest treasure.

And so, she played the part. What else could she do?

“I got transmigrated as an extra,” she muttered to herself one day, staring into the mirror. “But how do I know what story this is?”

Because, no matter how hard she tried to recall, she didn’t recognize this world. There were no main characters yet, no familiar events, no hints. Just a vague sense of dread that something was coming.

Years passed.

At four years old, Laura tried countless ways to return to her world. All her efforts failed.

Eventually, she stopped trying.

She adapted.

The home she now lived in was peaceful. Silver cutlery, soft silken clothes, warm baths, and meals made with care. Her new parents were endlessly kind—especially her father, who’d often whisper, “You are my precious daughter.”

Laura smiled at him one day and said, “Papa,” wrapping her little arms around him.

He chuckled and hugged her back. “You must always have guards with you, baby. Even inside the garden.”

“But this is our home’s garden,” she pouted.

“Danger is everywhere,” he warned, soft but firm.

Inside, her mother’s voice called from the kitchen. “I made your favorite—chocolate pudding!”

Laura’s face lit up. “Yay! Chocolate pudding!”

And so, a happy life continued for fourteen sweet years. Laura grew into a bright, lovely high schooler.

But this wasn’t a fairy tale.

Not yet.

Not when the male lead from a distant memory would soon arrive—with eyes darker than night and a desire more twisted than any love ever written.

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