She was having a rough day, and the scorching summer heat only made it worse—she was sweating so much it felt ridiculous. As she sat down to read about Freya Hazel and the things she had done, it was like a whole new world opened up in front of her. That's when she came across a strange new word yandere.
A yandere is a type of character, often seen in anime or fiction, who seems sweet, loving, and deeply devoted to someone they like—or think they love. But beneath that caring surface, they can be dangerously obsessive. If they feel threatened or jealous, they might lose control and hurt others, or even go on a violent rampage, just to keep their "beloved" all to themselves. It's not just love—it's love mixed with a mental breakdown. She was both fascinated and horrified by the idea.
Some people are actually attracted to that kind of personality, and the yandere character type became especially popular around 2022, particularly in anime and online communities. Surprisingly, some even fantasize about having someone obsessively in love with them, thinking it would be romantic or flattering.
But in reality, it would be terrifying. You could become one of their victims—or worse, the person they're obsessed with. Being the target of that kind of obsessive, unstable affection could drain you mentally and emotionally. Just like in those stories where the main character thinks they're in control or having it easy, they're actually walking on a thin thread—one wrong step, and everything falls apart.
That's why, when Aurora remembered the female lead smiling at her, she began observing everyone around her more carefully—just in case that maniac show up. At the very least, she wanted to know how she ended up dying.
She is still a beta, after all. In this world, Alphas have the advantage of strength—that's why most of the criminals here in this world are Alphas.
Even the male leads in the original novel—the only one who was kinda normal was the main character. After all, it's considered normal to have a lower IQ when you're in love, even in her original world.
That's why Aurora had been single in her previous life—a filial piety child. Okay, she was probably not that filial.
The thing Aurora mostly wants to know is who Freya Hazel was. She wants to search for her so badly online, but she can't—because she doesn't have a computer, and her phone isn't digital at all. It only has numbers.
And the computer in the library... Wait, why didn't she search for her using the library computer? Oh yeah, that's right—it's always filled with people who only go there to skip classes. Or to do assignments. Or mainly because the teacher is in there, and it's always crowded whenever she is.
And most of the students just wait there for her. That's why Aurora can't research anything about Freya Hazel at all.
Whenever she tried to ask Hyacinth about her phone, and whenever she touched it, she always got a call. And with her other two friends, the same thing happened—like their phones would shut down on their own.
It's weird. It's like some force doesn't want Aurora to know something she shouldn't. Is it because the plot is still not there yet? And the third male lead—aka the obsessive villainess but somehow one of the love interests—isn't ready to appear?
The plot of the storyline—it seems likely, because that person appears and disappears without anyone knowing where, even in the novel. In the first part where she appears, there isn't much description. Freya was just that mysterious.
But when she tried searching for the other leads, the force didn't stop her at all—even if they were part of a major plot line or just a minor villain in the story.
It's weird. It's like this world is actively stopping Aurora from knowing anything about her—like there's something she's not supposed to find out. But why? She's only the second male lead??
Even if people here might think she has a romantic interest in the female lead, Rose Sallow, she doesn't care at all if they have a filter on her. But seriously, she wants to slap Freya so bad—but the world won't let her.
Even though Aurora might already be old, you can still be angry at a character you read about when you were young, right? And Aurora still remembered the character of Freya and what she did. Even after getting older, taking on a lot of responsibilities, and spending most of her time working before she died, that memory never faded.
Because Freya Hazel traumatized the hell out of her when she was young. She didn't even dare to go outside anymore. That's just how deep the trauma that Freya Hazel gave her was.
Remembering what Freya Hazel did sent shivers down her spine.
This world or so called novel—was an 18+ novel filled with crazy people beyond saving. The novel's author let out all their kinks and hidden desires in that story.
As Aurora pondered in silence, far away in a distant city, someone else sat leisurely in an apartment—neither luxurious nor shabby, but tastefully modest.
Dressed in a flowing red gown and sleek high heels, Freya—the very woman occupying Aurora's thoughts—held a wine glass gracefully between her fingers. As she took a sip, a subtle smile curved across her crimson lips, perfectly matching the vibrant shade of her dress. The glow from the room's ambient lighting danced across her features, making her look almost unreal, like a painting come to life.
From behind, the gown dipped low to reveal the elegant curve of her back. The smooth silk clung gently to her figure, the fabric folding like ripples across water. Her shoulder blades were defined but delicate, framed by the soft, trailing straps of the gown, which shimmered slightly under the golden light.
Starting from the small of her back, the curve of her spine rose in a graceful arch, leading up to her poised and elegant posture.
In front of her, the wall was covered with pinned photographs and sheets of paper—some yellowed newspaper clippings, others Polaroids with scribbled notes in the margins dates, names, fleeting memories. Strings of red thread connected some of them, forming a chaotic web of connections. Each note, each name circled in ink, told a fragment of a story—together, they resembled of someone else's life, meticulously arranged through obsession and purpose.
Freya's gaze rested on them with quiet intensity, the wine glass tilting in her hand as if she were savoring not just the drink, but the weight of her thoughts.