The persistent nagging of a fluffy cotton ball had finally reached its peak. "That's the point, I'm not Yvonne, this isn't a book anymore so if you want someone who'll follow some predestined script of yours then find yourself a contractor and bring me back to my world!" My voice, Yvonne Bella's voice, echoed through the quiet library. The cotton ball, which insisted on being called Nova, finally shut its mouth, shrinking slightly in response to my outburst. It had been five months since I, Demi Seon, woke up in this rich girl's body, and the novelty had long worn off.

I traced the worn spine of a forgotten book. This dusty, seldom-used school library had become my sanctuary, a quiet haven where I could observe the 'leads' and collect spiritual energy for Nova without being dragged into their dramatic, scripted lives. Nova claimed this whole world, including its inhabitants, was his creation, a grand narrative he'd penned. My role, according to him, was to be 'cannon fodder' – mentioned twice, then forgotten. A part of me liked that idea; I'd lived a hard life on Earth, constantly fighting for survival. Here, I just wanted to be left alone, hoard cheap thrills, and secure a comfortable future.

Suddenly, Nova chirped, "Your main female lead's going to enroll today!" My eyes, now Yvonne's dark, almost black eyes, flickered towards the library window. Just then, a pair of figures appeared at the school gates: a petite girl with light brown hair and striking blue eyes, radiating an almost ethereal glow, and an older woman beside her. A spotlight seemed to follow the girl, drawing every eye. This was it. The beginning of another 'peak point' for spiritual energy. My role was simple: watch, absorb, and stay out of trouble.