I transmigrated inside an ongoing novel, and not as the protagonist or supporting character but as an extra, Rosette Cernia. To make the matters worse, I was the unfortunate eldest daughter of an unknown family. I was forced to sacrifice for the family, and was treated as a scapegoat. ‘It can’t go on like this.’ That was why I carefully planned for independence and secretly left home at the age of twenty-one. I bought the house I liked, and all that remained was to seek a job that I enjoyed and live contentedly. I expected the protagonists would have a happy love story, and the villain would be taken care of. However, one day, a man without any memories collapsed in front of my house. “…I have nowhere to go.” “Hmm… then what should I do…” “You seem to live alone… by any chance, do you require any help?” Did he wish to be hired as a servant? Just as Rosette was about to decline, the man suddenly knelt down. “If it’s acceptable to you…” His crimson eyes were fixed solely on her. “May I serve you as your servant?” “Pardon?” What kind of situation was this?