Her body was paralyzed, leaving her unable to do anything, but her consciousness remained perfectly clear.

Although it should have taken only a few seconds to fall from the forty-sixth floor to the ground, the descent felt incredibly long.

The world unfolded before her eyes in slow motion as she plummeted toward the ground.

Father, this isn’t right.

It shouldn’t be happening like this.

This is too cruel.

The cold wind lashed against her chest, stinging her skin.

Help me.

Please, someone save me. Anyone. I don’t care who. Please.

Then, at that very moment, something happened.

Suddenly, she could no longer feel the wind.

It was as though her body and mind had separated, and she couldn’t even hear a sound.

Her field of vision remained unchanged, and her falling body continued to plummet, yet she felt as though she were floating, gripped by a strange sense of disconnection.

Just then, a jumble of letters appeared before her eyes.

They shuffled around randomly before forming a single sentence.

Would you like to intervene in fate?

What is this? What does it mean?

Please make a selection.

What am I supposed to choose?

Would you like to intervene in fate?

YES or NO

The road, with cars passing along it, was vividly visible before Eunjo’s eyes.

This is it. It’s over. Since it’s over anyway, there’s no reason to hesitate.

So she shouted at the top of her lungs.

“YES!”

Immediately afterward, the entire world was engulfed in white.

At MK Investment, a meeting was underway regarding a proposed investment in CX Soft.

Lee Won-gyu, the founder of CX Soft, had been the mentor of Park Juheon, the CEO of MK Investment. Until eight years ago, the two had seen each other fairly frequently.

However, following a certain incident, their relationship had grown distant. It had been a long time since they had cut off contact with each other almost entirely.

One year ago, after Lee Won-gyu’s death, CX Soft began experiencing numerous problems, both internally and externally. Then, a month ago, the company had approached MK Investment for financial support to help it recover.

And today, a final decision was about to be made.

As Juheon listened to an explanation of CX Soft’s financial structure, his expression remained as unreadable as ever.

No matter how well he knew someone personally, he never allowed his personal feelings to interfere with business. He reviewed the documents more calmly than anyone else.

Just then, the conference room door opened, and Gyu-o, Juheon’s secretary and friend, hurried inside with an urgent expression.

“CEO Park.”

He leaned close to Juheon and whispered.

“I think you need to see the news. It’s about Lee Eunjo, the heir to CX. You know, your… that Eunjo noona.”

After a brief hesitation, Gyu-o held out his tablet to Juheon.

“She committed suicide.”

Lee Eunjo had committed suicide?

A subtle change appeared on Juheon’s previously expressionless face.

A faint crease formed between his handsome brows, and his pupils contracted into dark, narrow points.

After carefully studying Juheon’s expression, Gyu-o picked up the remote control and turned on the conference room television.

He switched to a news channel, where the news of Lee Eunjo’s death was being reported alongside the red words Breaking News.

“…Lee Eunjo, the only daughter of Chairman Lee Won-gyu, reportedly fell from her home early this morning and died. Ms. Lee, who had suffered from depression and panic disorder, was thirty-four years old. She was the wife of Kang Jinwoo, vice chairman of CX Soft. The couple had no children…”

Juheon snatched the remote control from Gyu-o’s hand and turned off the television.

Then he stood up and spoke in a chilly voice.

“Put the CX investment on hold for now.”

With those words from Juheon, the meeting came to an end.

His face set in a grim expression, Juheon immediately left the conference room to confirm Lee Eunjo’s death.

Would you like to intervene in fate?

After shouting “YES!” at the mysterious letters that had appeared during her desperate fall, Eunjo suddenly sank deep underwater.

She hadn’t shattered into pieces upon hitting the ground. Instead, she had ended up in water.

Before she could even begin to question this bizarre turn of events, she found herself struggling to breathe.

This really is water, isn’t it?

Instinctively flailing her arms, Eunjo desperately tried to swim to the surface and escape the water.

At the very moment she had been facing certain death, she had thought she’d escaped dying from the fall. Yet now, drowning awaited her instead.

Just then, more words appeared before her eyes.

Just sit up. You’re in a bathtub.

What? A bathtub?

Eunjo’s mind suddenly cleared. She cautiously raised her body.

At once, she was able to breathe again.

“Ptooey! Cough, cough.”

Reflexively spitting out the water that had entered her throat and nose, she looked around.

“Where am I?”

An unfamiliar space stretched out before her eyes.

“…This isn’t my home.”

She wasn’t in the bathroom of the penthouse on the forty-sixth floor of the Troyple, where she had lived.

The cramped space, old tiles, mold-covered bathtub, faucet with chipped edges, and flickering incandescent light bulb…

“Why am I in a place like this?”

Eunjo managed to rise from the bathtub, only to sink back down almost immediately. A wave of dizziness swept over her, leaving her unable to support her own weight.

Lukewarm water sloshed around her, soaking her clothes.

When she lowered her gaze, she was startled all over again.

“What is this? What am I wearing?”

Staring at the clothes swaying in the water as though they were floating, Eunjo was so flustered that she squeezed her eyes shut before opening them again.

A brightly colored dress covered in gaudy floral patterns.

She had no memory of ever wearing such an outfit. In fact, she couldn’t even remember buying anything like it.

And who in their right mind would climb into a bathtub fully dressed? She must have been out of her mind.

Then again, perhaps it was only natural that she wasn’t thinking straight.

“Of course I’m not in my right mind. After everything I’ve been through, how could anyone expect me to be sane?”

Gripping the edge of the bathtub, she struggled to her feet and staggered out.

Perhaps because she was fully clothed, her body felt as heavy as waterlogged cotton.

After finally managing to stand in front of the mirror, she wiped the fogged-up surface with her hand.

A sharp scream escaped her lips.

“W-What?”

She couldn’t believe it. The person staring back at her from the mirror wasn’t her.

“Who are you?”

Goosebumps spread across her entire body, as though she were watching a horror movie.

“I’m asking you. Who are you?”

Eunjo raised a trembling hand and touched her face. Her voice quivered thinly with terror.

This isn’t me.

That’s not Lee Eunjo’s face.

The face in the mirror belonged to someone much younger, with far more striking features and hair dyed yellow.

Her fingertips trembled as she touched her face.

“Who are you?!”

Just then, more words appeared before her eyes.

Na Eunjo, age twenty-eight. Current occupation: model.

“What…?”

Na Eunjo died thirty seconds before Ms. Lee Eunjo. Before rigor mortis set in, Ms. Lee Eunjo was transferred into this body.

“…What on earth are you talking about?”

She couldn’t understand any of it.

Is all of this a dream?

Could the injection Kang Jinwoo gave me have been some kind of drug?

Eunjo slapped her own cheek hard enough to hurt. Since she could feel the pain, it seemed this wasn’t a dream.

“Wait, can you feel pain in dreams, too?”

As if responding to her question, more words appeared.

Generally, pain cannot be felt in dreams.

Then she suddenly realized something.

Instead of asking whose body she was in, she should first ask about the identity of the mysterious words that kept appearing before her eyes.

“Who… what are you?”

If this body belonged to Na Eunjo, a twenty-eight-year-old model, then what exactly were you?

I am a guide.

“A guide?”

Three dots spun around, as though someone were typing a text message or a direct message. Soon, a reply appeared.

Yes. Something like NAVI, the system Chairman Lee Won-gyu used.

What on earth does that mean…?

“My father’s secretary system, NAVI? You… don’t tell me you’re NAVI?”

Similar, but different. Still, you may call me NAVI if you wish.

Although CX Soft was a gaming company, its core technology was actually security and hacking.

Using that technology, Won-gyu had developed a simple conversational chatbot that functioned as a personal assistant. That was NAVI.

It was still in the experimental stage, so Won-gyu had been testing it in his daily life.

But as far as Eunjo knew, development had stopped after Won-gyu’s death.

“So you’re a guide who’s going to help me intervene in fate? A kind of… support system?”

Yes, that’s correct. From now on, Ms. Lee Eunjo, you can live as a person named Na Eunjo and directly intervene in fate.

“Then what about me? What happened to my original body?”

After a brief pause, the dialogue window appeared again.

Ms. Lee Eunjo’s body was completely shattered upon impact with the asphalt.

If those words had been spoken aloud, she might have been able to dismiss them. But seeing them written out made them weigh heavily on her heart.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

She had fallen from the forty-sixth floor, so the statement was probably true.

Of course, that was assuming this wasn’t a dream.

Eunjo clenched her fists tightly.

“First, I need to find out whether what you’re saying is true.”