Rebirth
She sat in her private office, the air heavy with anticipation for the "Best Novel" award results. Beside her sat her "friend," whose stories were always filled with weakness and brokenness. Hanna looked at her with hidden contempt; she loathed seeing women portrayed as victims on paper. Suddenly, the hall erupted in applause-Hanna had won!
She left the hall clutching her golden trophy, but her joy was cut short by her phone. "Family"-a word that meant nothing but chaos to her. Their cold voices came through the line: "Why don't you visit? Why have you become so cruel?"
Fury ignited in her chest. She spat words like fire into the phone: "Since when did you become a loving family that cares?!" Blinded by rage, she crossed the street without looking, only to find herself face-to-face with a truck that didn't give her a second to react.
A loud crash... silence... then blood began to paint a masterpiece of death on the asphalt. Hanna thought bitterly as she closed her eyes: "Damn it... even my end is this weak and cliché?"
Everything sank into pitch black. She felt as if she were falling into a bottomless well before a blinding light exploded in her vision. She woke up in a panic, finding herself lying under a massive chandelier with crystals like raindrops. The bed was obscenely soft, and the room smelled of extreme wealth.
"Where am I? Is this heaven?" she whispered in a voice she didn't recognize.
She rose with a trembling body toward a nearby mirror and froze. This wasn't Hanna with her short white hair and tired eyes. Standing there was a girl with long red hair waving like a raging flame and grass-green eyes with a sharpness that could burn anyone.
Her eyes widened in shock, and she said with bitter irony: "I can't believe it... just a moment ago, I was arguing with my friend about this pathetic character in her novel, and now I am her?! Damn me and my miserable luck... I knew my life was tragic, but not to the point of being imprisoned in a book!"
Hanna (in Holenia's body) paced the room like a beast trapped in a golden cage, screaming with a voice that shook the luxurious suite:
"Damn it! Damn everything! Damn the day I read that weak novel! Of all the powerful heroines I've written, I fall into the body of this weak nobody? What miserable luck is this?!"
Suddenly, the door burst open without a knock. A maid walked in with an arrogant look, as if she had no respect for the owner of the room. Before the maid could open her mouth, Hanna's burning green gaze pierced right through her.
Hanna shouted in her face: "You fool! Did no one teach you manners? Knock before you enter, or do you think this is some back alley you can just wander in and out of as you please?!"