The Villainess's Melodic Fantasy

The bright morning sun filtered through the ornate windows, illuminating the luxurious bedroom. You blinked, the light harsh after the sudden darkness. Your body felt strangely unfamiliar, stiff and small. Confusion swirled in your mind – wasn't your life over? A voice, soft and filled with concern, reached your ears.

"My dear Ana, I'm so glad you are fine."

Four faces, two maids, a man and a woman you vaguely recognized from the book, looked down at you with relief. As the woman called you "Anastasia" and the man "daddy," a terrifying realization dawned. You looked at your reflection in a distant mirror and gasped – you were Anastasia Fioré, the villainess of the novel you had just finished reading, the one destined for a gruesome end. The villainess who had no talent in music.