Villain Ch 1788. Mirrors [Part 2]
Jane stood alone.
Her maze was… quieter than the others. Dimly lit, the mirrors lined with faint gold etchings. Like ancient books.
She saw herself clearly. Not in the mirror, but in her mind.
A girl hunched in her chair, midnight snacks beside her, glasses fogged from crying at a spicy harem chapter.
She always thought no one would get her.
No one would understand why she cried over tragic villains or rooted for morally gray anti-heroes.
"I always thought…" Her voice wavered. "That no one would get it. That I'd marry my bookshelf. That I'd die surrounded by bookmarks and regrets."
The mirror didn't answer. But she didn't need it to.
Because she knew now.
The author she worshipped. The one who made her heart ache with every broken redemption arc and morally gray monologue—
He wasn't some unreachable idol.
He was Allen.
The man who'd asked if she'd eaten.
