People tend to meet their end when they try things theyâre not used to doing.
Even if itâs something as small as choosing the stairs over the elevator they usually take.
-Thud.
ââ¦Ah.â
I lost my balance on a patch of water I hadnât noticed on the stairs, and down I went.
The pain radiated through my whole body, with a particularly sharp throbbing in my head.
Before long, drops of red liquid began to fall onto the sterile white patient gown I was wearing.
When I closed and opened my eyes, I found myself being wheeled away.
âStay awake, please! Keep your eyes open!!â
The urgent voice belonged to someone I couldnât see, but I could hear their panic.
Blinding light from a flashlight blinked in rapid succession.
But before I even reached ten secondsâ¦
-Ssshrk.
The line between consciousness and unconsciousness blurred, and I felt myself slipping away.
Even if I didnât want to know, I knew. I wouldnât be opening my eyes again.
It was a wretched life, just as one would say in any famous poem or story.
***
-Tap, tap.
-Tap, tap.
A foreign sensation.
âOh, who did you take after to turn out this pretty, Ha-eun?â
âHmm, they say daughters usually take after their fathersâ¦.â
âWhat was that?â
Unfamiliar voices.
âWell, canât ignore the momâs DNA either. Actually, looking now, sheâs the spitting image of you.â
ââ¦Really?â
âYeah, really.â
An unknown atmosphere.
None of this felt like anything I knew, and it was enough to dispel the notion that I was seeing my life flash before my eyes.
This scene was ironic, unrealistic yet somehow grounded in reality. Only one conclusion made sense: reincarnation.
ââ¦This is a weird feeling.â
Good people are supposed to go to heaven, and bad people go to hell, right?
Maybe because Iâd done absolutely nothing in my previous life, Iâd been sent back.
When I thought about it, it wasnât really all that strange. Living a sickly life that ended so early didnât seem fair.
âHa-eun, say âmom.â Come on, âmom!ââ
âSheâs not even one yet. What are you trying to make her say?â
âWho knows? Maybe Ha-eun will turn out to be a prodigy?â
But the doting gaze from the woman looking at me began to make me sleepy.
I guess resetting to a near-zero state in life also meant resetting my resistance to drowsiness to zero.
Before long, I drifted off to dreamland.
Even in this new life, I was just as unaware of the passage of time as Iâd been before.
âHappy sixth birthday, Ha-eun!â
âHappy birthday, our girl.â
By the time I came to, I could not only walk by myself but also say the word âmomâ with ease.
The infant and toddler stages had vanished like they were snapped away by Thanos without me even noticing.
âBlow out all your candles in one go, Ha-eun! Then your wish will come true. Give it your best, okay?â
With a quick puff, the candles went out.
The time that had flown by like those candles left me feeling a bit regretful.
Though, to be fair, I was still a kid who hadnât even started elementary school, with little to do but eat and sleep.
But memories of my previous life, where I lived with an expiration date, made me want to spend each moment more meaningfully.@@novelbin@@
The day after my sixth birthday, in the morning:
I picked up a small hand mirror from the vanity in my parentsâ room.
Gazing into the mirror at my reflection, I tried to have a conversation with myself.
It was all to think seriously about what I wanted to do with my life.
I just wasnât entirely accustomed to the young girlâs face that looked back at me from the mirror.
âHmmâ¦â
Like those whoâve gone through a surreal experience, I was quite cute with a rather charming appearance.
To be fair, my mom fawned over me so much every time she saw me that I sometimes thought she was a bit exaggerated.
Still, I had to admit: I had a face that no one could call unattractive, even as a joke.
If someone asked what my future ambition was, I could easily say model or actor without any shame.
That said, I hadnât yet decided on either career path.
My appearance was balanced for now, but who knew what might happen as I grew older?
After a long period of contemplation about the future of âLee Ha-eun,â
ââ¦Whyâs the visitor so engrossed in that, ignoring the patient?â
âOh, this? Itâs something called a VTuberââ
A memory surfaced from the depths of my mind, floating back up to my ears.
Oh yeah, that career path existed too.
Iâd read a few stories about people suddenly transforming into women and becoming streamers or VTubers. The thought of being a VTuber wasnât hard to imagine.
Back then, Iâd never imagined Iâd become one of those characters. But here I was.
And surprisingly, the more I thought about it, the more the idea of becoming a VTuber didnât sound half bad.
Especially since this was a time when the concept of VTubers didnât even exist yet.
With actors and models, the competition was already fierce.
The entertainment industry could hardly be considered a âblue ocean.â
But if I prepared for an uncharted profession that hadnât even been explored yet, patiently waiting until the internet overtook TV in influence, and jumped into VTubing before anyone elseâ¦
I could grab the so-called âsuccessâ by the horns.
No one but fate knows how things will turn out, but thatâs all the more reason to choose the path with the lowest risk of failure.
Recalling all the knowledge I had of VTubers, I inspected it like a panorama.
Looking at the young girl in the mirror who still felt unfamiliar, I cautiously opened my mouth.
âHaaâwoo.â
I puffed my cheeks just like a VTuber Iâd seen, responding to a donation during a live stream.
And, not even a second laterâ¦
âRibbit-ribbit. Playing around with momâs mirror from the morning, are we? Ribbit-ribbit.â
âRibbit-ribbit. I guess the Frog Prince story I read to you made quite an impression, huh? Ribbit-ribbit.â
ââ¦!â¦!!â
When I turned, I saw the two shadows behind me, whose playful voices had turned me into a frog on the spot.
And just like that, my cheeks blushed bright red, as red as a tomato.
In that instant, I finally understood what VTubers must feel like when they accidentally reveal their âred pillsâ on stream before even debuting.
â¦It was already proving not to be easy.