[The Fifth] The Chances of Surviving the Manor in Disguise as a Man

[Entire story told in first person. OOC warning.]

[Love and Sin Go Hand in Hand]

I woke up in Victorian London and found myself a person with no official identity. As a liberal arts graduate, my only way forward was to write novels.

But why had no one told me that this wasn't Victorian London, but the London of Oletus?

Survive, survive, survive.

In an age of chaos and money, being a woman gave me no chance to rise in the world. Dressing as a man became my only way out.

[Ullr]

A famous new writer of mystery-romance novels, I shot to fame after publishing "Nightmare of the Beginning" and entered high society.

My peaceful life was over before it had even begun.

When I opened my eyes, I discovered my neighbor was Jack the Ripper, and the host who had invited me to the salon was the culprit, the manor's master, Squeaky Flying Squirrel.

And then there was the so-called invitation.

["Lost travelers in time and space can board the train home only at the end of time. In this new world game, immersed in scarlet art, the fledgling will long to remain in a foreign land. I sincerely invite you to take part in this manor game. When the devil's whispers cross the thirteen layers of hell, you will receive a radiant new life."]

Honestly, they talked me into it. To avoid being lovey-dovey neighbors with Jack the Ripper, I packed up and moved into the manor that very night.

But who could have told me that after leaving the manor, I'd end up in another manor?!

"Welcome to Oletus Manor. I am Nightingale."

I shut my eyes. The world was over.

[The Bet]

"According to the manor's original rules, players must participate in games to obtain anything. Currency like purple potatoes can only be earned that way, and purple potatoes are the only hard currency in the manor."

"Your wish is to leave this godforsaken... piece-of-shit manor?"

"The manor's master admires your courage. All you have to do is make sure that for the next thirty days, no one learns your true identity, except for the manor's original NPCs."

"Then, when the clock strikes thirteen on the thirtieth day, you'll board the train home."

"I agree."

Theme: Even with no future, fight to make one.