There's nothing wrong with Adelaide's life. There's nothing wrong with being cheated on. After all, half of marriages end in divorce and most end from infidelity. There's nothing wrong with getting addicted to an otome game. After all, everybody has something they're obsessed with. There's nothing wrong with reincarnating as the villainess instead of the heroine. After all, the villainess is richer and more powerful. There's nothing wrong with the villainess chasing after one of the love interests. After all, it's not like he's the canon route. There's nothing wrong with Ophelia's life.
I'm certain just a moment ago the light in my window was tranquil, the view affording simply moonlight, and yet what I see staring out my window is a city engulfed in flames.
I don't hesitate at all to rush out of my room, flying down the steps of the inn to reach the door. I don't even wait for anyone else to come and help. There's no time to plan, or to wait, or to ask any questions.
I run into the flames.
Screaming fills the streets. People are fleeing from burning houses and screaming for help. In the distance I see silhouettes of people on fire staggering about. Pandemonium is everywhere around me, and there's so little I can do to help anyone.
The air smells horrible; acrid and hot and burning. It hurts to breathe the smoke, but I run on regardless of the pain.
The slower I move, the fewer in this town will survive.