The Wrong Way to Win Over Gin

Hi, my name is Qingshui Liang. Here's what happened. A friend recommended a mystery, deduction, cop-and-criminal battle otome game, and there was this handsome white-haired guy with green eyes who was exactly my type. He was an assassin for an organization on the Black side, code-named Gin. Without thinking twice, I picked him as my target. Then he killed me over and over, earning me the titles [Most Creative Ways to Die] and [Unusual Epitaphs] as the first player to unlock them. Thanks, but no thanks. By my sixth playthrough, I finally managed to keep this bastard's affection at 100. What a happy occasion. Tears of joy. A celebration for the whole world. So I turned around, sent him to jail, and quit the game. Girls, did I do the right thing? Everything was perfectly normal up to that point. But then I realized that maybe, possibly, the game world had somehow overlapped with reality. And the reason I say that is... Because the white-haired guy with green eyes from the game is standing outside my door right now, grinning creepily at me through the peephole. What should I do to survive? I'm waiting for an answer, and I'm in a hurry. [Here for the drama] [Parking myself here to wait for an update] [You'd better pick out a grave in advance] [It's been ten minutes. Is the original poster still alive?] [It's been three days. The original poster's probably dead. Let's all go] [!] 1. Please don't mention my story under other people's works. 2. You don't have to tell me if you're dropping the story. No writing advice, please. 3. See the content warnings in the author's note for Chapter One. Please read them before deciding whether to start. I won't repeat explanations of the warnings later. Also, read one chapter at a time and cut your losses if you don't like it. Completed works: My Secret Identities Have God-Tier Acting Skills My name is... Sorry, I forgot. All I remember is that I was an ordinary male high school student who died suddenly at home from staying up too late on X Year, X Month, X Day. Now I'm a supermarket cashier. If I sell enough of the merchandise in my hands, I can come back to life and go home. But can someone tell me what all these weird things on the shelves are? [Resurrection Water] [My Eternal Connection with You] [Kill the Twins] Would anyone really buy these things that are obviously just scams to fleece gullible people? Especially when they have to pay with part of their soul. After being mistaken for a con artist and taken to the police station for tea for the sixth time, I finally got it: If there's no demand, I can create demand. And so, a legend appeared in Tokyo: when you pray sincerely, a god will answer. What? You have nothing to pray for? No problem. The god will make sure you do. [Humanoid, Self-Propelled Weapon of Mass Destruction] The young man always wears a black hoodie, its oversized hood leaving only the tip of his chin visible. His hobbies include imitation and setting off a bomb just to hear the bang. Nine times out of ten, Bourbon finds him covered in injuries. Blood runs down his snow-white knuckles, and his freckled face breaks into a cheerful smile. "Oh, don't worry about it. I'll be fine tomorrow." On the day he died, lying in a pool of dark red blood, he looked at Bourbon and said the same thing, his tone light as a song. "Oh, don't worry about it. I'll be fine tomorrow." [The Legendary Big Shot on the Red Side] A legend circulates among the Public Security Bureau: a certain legendary figure once tracked down the organization in America single-handedly, using one scheme within another to kill all the organization's assassins pursuing him until only one, Gin, remained. After that, the legend vanished without a trace. Later, someone saw a pale young man strolling hand in hand with a little girl with tea-colored hair. "I'm getting old. I want to spend more time with my little sister. She's young, so I need to look after her." Even lying in a hospital bed, every breath steeped in pain, he still gave his younger sister a gentle smile. "Don't worry. Just call my name, and I'll protect you forever." [My Twin Can't Possibly Be This Vicious] When everyone learned that Gin had a twin brother, their first reaction was, "Huh? Then his brother must have had a really rough time, right?" At the scene where the organization was surrounded, everyone saw that younger brother. He had the same pallid complexion, short silver hair that seemed to wear the moonlight, and a pair of deep, dark green eyes. The younger brother crouched on top of the wall, tilted his head, and smiled. "Oh, my foolish big brother, you've had it rough." Only later did they find out that this younger brother was the boss behind the rising Tokyo figure known as the "Shadow." The real big shot. Gin gritted his teeth. "Sooner or later, I'll kill him with my own hands." Wrapped up in my little secret identities, I smiled faintly and made my exit. Theme: Stay true to yourself in love. Those who love others will be loved in return.