I stared at the screen of my phone while drinking the cup of milk I had made for myself.

-Ding!

A message?

From who?

"Hmm.."I had only been staring at the screen of my phone for a few seconds when some unknown person texted me?

I yawned and shifted my head to face the wall clock.

It's 11:30 p.m.

Oh.

I shook my head and blinked again at the paper and pen in front of me.Heh.Sleep?

Later.

As I set the cup down, I picked up my phone and read the message from above the study table.

Kyle the Swan:

[ How are you today?It felt like a hundred years here, waiting for your unexpected message, and you rarely responded to each text I sent you.However,how are you doing? ]

After seeing his SMS on my phone,I smiled.

Kyle Garcia, an 18-year-old boy, is a kind of teenager who acts as if he is my younger brother whenever we meet or text. However, because we are three years apart in age, it was sometimes strange for him to act and be affectionate to me because I am more of a kid than him.

Should I send a message to him?

I returned my attention to my project and nodded. Yeah, I should do that, and he should stop bugging me about my infrequent text back habits.

Princess Villainous:

[ I'm fine but stop reminding my weird habits you swan. ]

Kyle the Swan:

[ No.And you stop calling me that.You do know I hate swan's. ]

Princess Villainous:

[ So you hate the swan you named after Lilith? ]

Kyle the Swan:

[ ...Why are you like this? ]

Princess Villainous:

[ Stop and sleep swan. ]

Kyle the Swan:

[ Why are you my friend again? ]

Princess Villainous:

[ Since when? ]

Kyle the Swan:

[ Eh!?You never think of me as your friend!? ]

Princess Villainous:

[ A stranger?Yes.A friend like you?Never heard of it. ]

Kyle the Swan:

[ ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ]

Princess Villainous:

[ Cry you weakling. ]

Kyle the Swan:

[ Bully~ ಠಗಠ ]

I laughed and put down the phone above the study table,and continue to rewriting my poem.

Hello, my name is Princess Villainous, and I'm 15 years old. I'm just a normal teen with an unusual last name.I've had this name since birth, and everything I've done since then has been average.I don't have high grades, and I've only passed with an 83 grade.I don't have any special abilities or talents, and I only do what is expected of me.

Aside from that, I dislike writing and reading.I don't mind either of these activities, but they are both relatively calming for some reason.

But that doesn't impact my interest in a game.

Do games exist solely because of our presence?Even if you don't want to play it?Even the genre of the game doesn't appeal to you?Or are you simply tired with housework and want to kill some time by playing a game?

I stop myself from rewriting the poem that was assigned to us, high school students, as part of the homework they had previously given us.

I reread it and instantly fix the other word from the page I'm holding now, thinking about what else I missed.

I understand that each genre and concept of every game that we individually design that somewhat have commonalities and the themes of the game.However,what if one of those technology games,just one of them,became a reality?Or to one day,be a part of our people's everyday lives?

I grinned as I completed rewriting the poem. Nodding and feeling proud, I stood up. Stretching both arms up and to the side, I yawned deeply. I strolled and let myself slammed above the bed that my body and mind were screaming for.

I looked at the ceiling.

This is only a simple and regular subconscious mind question.Just a very simple of 'what if of a very what if'.

Even I wished for it to happen.

And it will become part of reality,perhaps,I wanted to be able to revive myself at any time.Like I was on the verge of dying or literally dead on arrival—I could just resuscitate myself of any chances that were given.Assasin abilities,swordsmanship,a  mage with cool skill,a system that has like a free will but only trust the owner,or maybe that can summon anything—does it resemble the necromancer thing and summoner mage skill as well?

I shooked my head and cover myself under the blanket.

Anyway,if those things I mentioned to myself,even if I did desire or wish for it to happen—I will absolutely leap from the roof.

Like bro,there is no possibility for such a wild fantasy of one person to become part of reality.

There is simply no way for this to happen.

Nope.

That's exactly what I was thinking to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

***

Soft, inaudible snores could be heard from the center of a bedroom beneath the cascading spill of the moon's illumination.As the huddled figure slept quitely away,a small light entered the room window,which closed itself.As if someone else had closed the slightly open window earlier.

The small glowing creature gazed around the room,which was simple and unlived in.As it leapt to the sleeping youngster,defenseless and thoughtlessly exposed,the little light nod itself.

[ Sigh,this being in front of me,was the one whom wished for me to be here? ]

What a joke.

[ ....But it will never hurt of me to do my purpose for you huh. ]

The small light crept closer,slightly concerned that the entity in front of them would be startled awake by their own small luminous body.They couldn't help but observe how small Princess Villainous appeared.

A feeble being.

A very familiar figure of fragile starved kid,the teenager they saw curled in a ball,the bed swallowing her whole as they towered over.

[ Found you,weirdo. ]