Mina let out a short cut scream before covering her mouth and landing on her back, her head sinking in a pillow. 

This couldn't be.

She was in Joo-Young's story!

And Almeria was her sister! (She hadn't realized her second death was awaiting her.)

Mina now began screaming into one of her many fluffy pillows on her bed. She had been hit by a wave of emotions, one part of her felt like breaking down and crying while the other part was screaming in excitement and happiness.

Something Joo-Young had written, and she loved it. 

And she had it now.

It's not the time to cry too. The balance of excitement over sadness had tipped over her inner scale. 

After her little fit of enthusiasm, she had run around her room over three times, tore through all the drawers, danced with a mannequin with the original dress on the floor and had a major coughing fit. It finally hit her this body was not as healthy as she believed. Mina knew this body was sick, but she didn't realize she was really this weak.

She gripped onto the sink's ledge in her bathroom as she coughed harshly. After wiping her mouth, Mina realized the blood spread across her frail, shaking hand.

She took a glimpse at the mirror to her left. A line of blood streamed down her chin.

It's the illness that 'Mina' had. 

-

Mina had crawled her way back to bed when a burning headache erupted. Though, it wasn't as bad as the hangovers she had in her past life. 

She'll make a list of everything later. It was too much of a pain to even get up. Her head was heavy, as if someone had replaced her brain with a rock. 

Yeah. She'll do it later.

-

When Mina finally woke up, it was already night. The curtains revealed a clear night sky. The doors opened a crack to allow air to flow in. 

Her headache had disappeared. Mina slowly slid off her bed, stumbling barefoot over to her windowed transparent doors. The wind was perfect. It lifted the scent of the flowers in the garden below her balcony. Mina laid her head onto her arms, an expressionless look staring afar her new home. Her mind was drained and empty. Not a single drop of feeling surrounded her. 

Well, there was one question that stood in the back of her mind, growing impatiently. Her name is no longer Mina, is it?

It was Vahlarina. Vahlarina Ver Samarien. A pretty girl with a pretty face that was sickly and killed off for being weak in the beginning. A lovely girl that had a sister that cared so deeply that she went and killed her entire family for revenge. A kind girl that would sit in bed quietly while reading and welcomed anyone into her room.

That was her. 

Lady V. 

Did the thought of going to another world and not wanting to wake up finally hit her? It had been a wish granted from the heavens to be sent to another world. She, specifically, had the opportunity to restart her shitty life. Even if this body is not healthy, it is a second chance. 

And a second chance to finally let go of the past that had been so well dug and buried behind her.

Her gaze lingered back to the garden underneath where she was standing without shoes and a blanket that she held tightly, covering her shoulders like a cape. Mina's wavy, peach hair was wrapped with the blanket, a few shorter strands escaping its grasp and whipped against her face as the wind picked it up. It's night, which, Mina assumed, meant everyone is in bed except the guards. She leaned forward over the balcony, scanning for anyone. Nobody, at least, caught her eye.

And so Mina retreated back into her room and snuck out of her room with only a pair of slippers with small teddy bears for decoration and a pajama robe. As she went through the hallway, the only thing that was visibly echoing was her footsteps and her stomach eating itself out of hunger. There were no candles, and Mina held nothing, which caused her to immediately feel awkward. She'd be on her phone right now if she had it. 

The only light was from the large windows that reached the ceiling. Even so, plants and flowers blocked half the light given from the moon. Each door she passed through while searching for the one that led to the garden was unnecessarily big, ridiculously decorated, and obnoxiously creaky. Whoever oiled them probably was fired a century ago. 

After what Mina counted to be twenty minutes, she stumbled to a small storage room that the servants used to deliver and transport things to the kitchen. The walls were lined with containers, shatter glass, food, pots and pans, and spices. There wasn't a single space that showed the wood underneath where these items were placed. At least the pathway was clear, which was convenient since it was night too and Mina would probably collapse trying to maneuver her way through the obstacles. 

At the end of the stone stack walled storage room was a wooden door and no doorknob. It was as if someone had ripped it away angrily when the door wouldn't budge open. Now, there was only a lock on it to prevent unwanted visitors.

Mina was sure this was the way out to the garden, or at least, outside. Also conveniently, there was a small dog door carved into the wooden frame. She would fit through it if she took off her robe. She got down to her knees, removed the robe down to only her strapped white sleeping gown, and crawled out. It was surprisingly really easy. Mina didn't take enough notice of how skinny she was, since it was now she realized her bones were very visible. Did Lady V. refuse to eat or was her illness this severe?

She stuck her hand from the other side into the flap and pulled her robe out. It was dirty now, the fluffy ends of it were now coated in dust. Still, she smoothed it out, patting the fur, and flung it over herself again. Outside, there were a bunch of overgrown weeds, thorns, and a thin, dirt path that turned right, rounding the castle corner. Mina wandered, following down. To her delight, it led to the entrance of the garden. 

She underestimated the size. It looked tiny from when she stood above in her room, looking down as all the little specks move about. The garden welcomed her in with a pretty, white, floral arch weaved with flowers and petals. It was enclosed with bushes that were tripped into a rectangular shape. A fountain was located in the middle with two angels holding onto one another as the water endlessly flowed...

Mina let her guard down. Even if she died again, at least it wouldn't be next to burning flames and the smell of gasoline and blood. She strolled around, her hand still gripping tightly on where the two ends of the robe meet near her neck. She continued to trudge around, oftentimes she would brush her hand against flowers she thought were pretty and suited her. 

It was still warm outside, a little bit of a light wind, but it didn't feel as cold and lonely as her room. Mina examined the garden more, remembering from time to time that she would just be here for five more minutes and then she would head back to her room. That five minutes would become ten, then twenty, then an hour. Then two hours. It might've been difficult for her to leave. Mina found a place she really liked, which was under a pink cherry blossom tree. Or at least, she thought it was. It's a different world, so could it really be considered a cherry blossom tree?

She sat underneath it, catching the petals each time in her hands as the wind shook the branches above her. A feeling of designated peace finally washed over her. After catching the petals in her hand, she would blow them off when the wind would come again. The moon was beginning to fall, and the sun had awoken to take its place. Mina looked at the sky pleasantly, her legs stretched out on the grass with a tender look on her face. This could be something she would love forever.

But due to skipping her usual sleep, Mina ran out of energy in her especially frail body. Her eyes grew heavy, and she passed out under the branches. 

-

She would wake up again in about three hours. Nobody was still active yet, and the sun hadn't risen enough to call it daytime. Mina slept in a position of sitting up with her legs out and her hands together on her lap. Now, her hand held a white rose and a letter. Stretching herself, Mina picked up the letter curiously and tore it open. What a shame, the envelope was pretty though. The letter was also as aesthetically designed as the envelope, it being a light, worn out brown paper that was tainted with the smell of roses. The curvy letters written in a straight order satisfied her and she began to read.

Hello Miss Vahlarina,

I've seen you once again. You look lovely as usual. Your sister would probably tear up this letter and tell the chef to cook it for her meal if she sees you with it. I've never really liked her, preventing me from sending you all the presents and such, how absurd. I do dare say this is the first time I've come and seen you in person alone in such a vulnerable state. Believe me, I wasn't watching you, but I only happened to notice when I came to pick up my goods from the shed your parents agreed to share with me. I couldn't help myself but to send you something simple, something that is probably more your taste rather than fancy dresses and shiny accessories that an average noble lady loves. I know either way you'd be a wonderful lady with or without them. Take the rose I happen to have as a humble gift as I would never pressure you into marriage like your sister assumes. My true meaning is that even if you had rejected me multiple times, we could at least hopefully become good friends. I'd also assume you did not receive any of my previous letters, since instead of you becoming annoyed, your sister would be the face for you. I really know truly inside that you cannot do anything about it, and I hereby understand. 

L.

Huh. I guess Almeria was right. Whoever this man her sister was talking about was definitely desperate. 

And maybe a little unhinged.

Mina folded open the last fourth of the letter. It had stars drawn around it.

Also, I would suggest cutting off the rose from its stem and preserve it. If you do, on the third night, it will begin to glow gloriously. 

She read through the letters a few times, her eyes darting back and forth from every sentence. It was a really pretty white rose indeed, but the last sentence of the letter before the signature sounded calculating. 

And the only person she could think of in this world with the initials 'L' was that son of a bitch, Lensix the six of shits.

But she couldn't shake off the fact that he had walked into the garden and saw her. Watched her. Wrote the letter and slipped it into her hands and slinked off. Mina's mood sank a bit when she noticed the sun had risen up and the bells had started ringing from the village's church below. 

And then, the letter erupted into flames. Burned and disappeared. Almeria was right once again. 'L' didn't want to leave any traces behind. 

The easiest way into finding who this person was is to simply ask her family. Mina's legs had fallen asleep with her and now she had a difficult time getting up. As she combed through her tangled mess of hair, her fingers stroked against something. 

A pink primrose was stuck in-between her ear and hair.