In the 20XX era when virtual reality games were all the rage, the game I played, 'How to Protect the Young Master of the Monster Manor,' was a bizarre mash-up of dating sim, horror action, and raising sim genres.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll definitely save you next time."
'Really? Then I'll leave it to you.'
However, on the 43rd death of the young master I had painstakingly raised, a strange voice rang out, and an eerie 44th playthrough began.
"Master Dian, a new caretaker has arrived."
The previously non-existent 'caretaker' role was automatically assigned, and unpredictable events started unfolding in Redford Manor.
"I love Lynne the most in the world. So don't die and stay by my side until I grow up."
"I heard you like men with pretty crying faces. Isn't that just like me? Want to see it now?"
Well, since I'm stuck here, I might as well diligently protect the cute kitty cat and make an elegant boyfriend...
[System Loading... Partially restoring system for faster progression.]
[Affection 2]
Hey, didn't you like me? What's with this measly affection level? But the number floating above his head that pierced through my core whenever he looked at someone else was even more disconcerting.
[Affection -889/?]
Turns out this guy might have developed a case of misanthropy, given his game data origins.
This was such an amazing book. Scarlet was feisty and such a strong woman. Can't put down the book for it was definitely catchy! Keep up the good wok author!