How to Survive in a High-Risk Family

[The idea came from a story of mine that got locked. Sadly, I've decided to rewrite it.] Updates every other day.

You were sacrificed. You lost your life, and as you drifted around as a ghost, you unexpectedly got a second chance at life. You became a little girl in America, with a happy family.

You treasured this life dearly, but trouble soon followed. On your twelfth birthday, your parents, unsettled by a miscarriage, went to an orphanage to adopt a child.

On the way, you saw words written somewhere: "Osamu Dazai: Bad Seed, currently clearing the game." Then you saw the child your parents wanted to adopt. She was a very cute girl who said, "Hello, I'm Esther."

Then you heard: The important characters have all arrived. The orphanage is now open. Livestream started. One comment after another soon flooded in.

[Useless. Not as good as Mr. Dazai.]

[Wait, isn't that Alice? Akutagawa, how dare you disrespect the young lady...]

Putting the earlier words together with the scene before you, you suddenly understood. You had transmigrated into My Horrifying Family, the most popular game before you died! The marketing for My Horrifying Family had been excellent. Its full-dive gameplay and competitive format had spread rumors about the game even to Alice, who was sacrificed back then.

In other words, you'd ended up in a family with a murderer and a villain.

The good news: You were reborn. The bad news: You'd transmigrated into a horror game.

My Horrifying Family is a popular horror game, but its popularity alone wouldn't have drawn people from the hidden world. They were so enthusiastic about it because those who played the game could obtain books, the Holy Grail, and other things.

Theme: Searching for meaning