The Real Heiress Writes Novels in a World of Horror

The day Xie Yan was brought home from the psychiatric hospital to her wealthy family, she thought she finally had a home.

That was until the fake heiress kicked her out. All she took with her was an old laptop.

She thought she was finally free, until the horror story she'd just written played out in real life, word for word: the knock at the door, the black water, the door with its lock cylinder eaten away.

And the footsteps drawing closer as bare feet tread over a sticky liquid.

She encountered the first person trapped inside a book.

With the tip of his little finger missing, he smiled at her. "You're inside your own book now. Welcome back."

Only later did she learn that every book people write becomes a real world.

Someone has to survive until they've spent a hundred million, but every purchase drags them closer to a trap.

Someone prays to the mountain god for an answer, but the god's gift is crueler than a curse.

She thought that as long as she found the way out, she could escape it all.

But every word she changed made her fade a little more.

Her shadow grew thinner, her voice more distant, and her presence was gradually eaten away--

while those stories still waited for her to write their endings.

The end of every story pushed her back to the same place--

the psychiatric hospital she'd escaped from.

It was also the only place she remembered as a real home.

And that place had another name.

When she pushed open that door, she discovered she hadn't been kicked out.