In the original script of this world, I was nothing than a tragic side character meant to die so that Damien Dark could find his humanity through the "pure" love of Lyra Blackwood. But the universe made a mistake; it let me wake up with the memories of my cold, forgotten death. I know every secret passage in the academy, every dark ritual in the library, and exactly how this fairy tale is supposed to end with my blood. But I’ve stolen the pen now. In my past life, I was the villainess who died screaming, consumed by a mad obsession with Damien Dark and a burning hatred for Lyra Blackwood. I’ve felt the cold touch of death, and I’ve learned my lesson: being the antagonist is a fool’s errand. This time, I woke up with one goal—to be a ghost. I’ll hide in the back of the library, fail my Dark Arts classes, and stay as far away from the "Main Characters" as humanly possible. I want a quiet life, a long life, a life where I don’t end up as a stain on the floor of the Great Hall. But the universe has a sick sense of humor. Every dark corridor I take to avoid them leads me straight into Damien’s path. Damien, he watches me from across the Great Hall with a narrowed, calculating gaze, trying to figure out why the girl who once haunted his footsteps now treats him like a stranger she’d rather avoid.