Transmigrated into the Villain's Daughter

The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grimy alleyways of the Eastern Kingdom's plebeian street. An 8-year-old girl, small and hooded, walks with a basket, the weight of its hidden contents a familiar burden. She reaches a small door, a sliver of light escaping its cracks, and knocks. A man opens it, his appearance gaunt and desperate.
He snatches the basket, revealing bottles of illegal drugs. As he consumes one, Lottie, the girl, watches with a practiced indifference. She asks for the correct payment, her small voice unwavering. After a brief, rude exchange, she collects the coins thrown at her feet.
Alone in the alley, she sighs, pulling back her hood to reveal striking silvery white hair. 'Finally! My job is done! Seriously, this is really tiring,' she murmurs, the weariness in her voice betraying her age. She knows this life isn't hers, not truly. She is a transmigrator, an adult woman from another world, now trapped in the body of Charlotte Reynesford, the illegitimate daughter of a novel's character.
