I woke up in a novel where there existed a murderer who only targeted women with brown hair and green eyes. Specifically, I had become that lady with brown hair and gr...
I woke up in a novel where there existed a murderer who only targeted women with brown hair and green eyes. Specifically, I had become that lady with brown hair and green eyes. To avoid drawing attention to myself, I lived like a potion-making machine, confined to my workshop. If I could endure for just six more months, the original lead and the male lead were supposed to apprehend the murderer. It was supposed to...
