I arrived at the door of his white apartment.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open.

I froze.

Aaron stepped out wearing nothing but a bathrobe. His hair was dripping wet. Water slid from his forehead down to his collarbone before disappearing into the folds of his robe.

For a moment, our eyes locked.

His lips looked even redder than usual, and something unreadable flickered in his gaze. “What are you doing here?”

My heart hammered as I stared at his pale, half-exposed chest.

“I… I came to bring you snacks.”

“Mm.”

He sat down on the sofa, completely unbothered, his bathrobe falling open as he ate the snacks I brought.

I did not dare look at his chest again. If I looked too long, I might do something unforgivable.

My mouth was dry. I grabbed the cup on the coffee table and drained it in one gulp.

Aaron’s expression changed. He reached out to stop me, but it was too late.

A soft peach flavor lingered on my tongue. Sweet and pleasant.

“That was alcohol,” he said quietly.

“That was alcohol?” I stared at the empty cup. “But it tasted good. Do you have more?”

“No.”

“Fine. I was just asking.”

A few minutes later, my vision began to blur.

“I’ll take you home,” he said.

My gaze drifted to his lips.

This time I didn’t look away. I didn’t hide.

I had been chasing him for weeks and still had no progress. The system was still offline, and I had no way to check his affection level.

What if his affection was still at zero?

I had to speed this up. The dating-sim had a two-month time limit, and my two months were almost over. If I failed the route, I would lose the entire ten-million prize.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that he was too pretty for his own good. Either way, courage surged through me.

I staggered to my feet. When I nearly slipped, I twisted my body and fell straight into his arms, pushing him down onto the sofa.

My eyes locked onto his red lips. I leaned in and kissed him.

I needed to increase his affection. Now.

His ears turned scarlet. His body went rigid, cold and hard like marble.

Worried he might push me away, I grabbed his tie and used it to bind his wrists.

His eyes narrowed. “What are you trying to do?”

My voice was thick with drunken bravado. “I am… taking control.”

I tugged at the belt of his bathrobe. It was just about to loosen when a mechanical voice suddenly rang in my ear.

“Hello, your romance system has arrived.”

My romance system was finally online.

But the very next second, it continued:

“Emergency alert. Due to a processing error, you were transmitted into the wrong game. This is not a dating-sim otome game.

This is a horror game.

Special note: the person you are currently attempting to overpower is the final boss of the horror game.”

My scalp went numb. Electricity ran down my spine. Even my fingers trembled.

What?

I was in the wrong game?

This was a horror game, not an otome romance?

In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.