First week after transmigrating: secretly dispose of a body in my room.
Second week after transmigrating: get a nine-to-five desk job at a church.
Third week after transmigrating: thoroughly tease my clueless little sister.
Fourth week after transmigrating: my sister seems to be completely broken.
Second month after transmigrating: my sister seems to have discovered my other side, but she'd never dare tell our parents, after all...
Fourth month after transmigrating: ■■■■ has fallen, and I've "devoured" the hated enemy I despised more than anything.
One year after transmigrating.
After everything she'd been through, the girl's eyes had grown somber.
At last, she understood the meaning of the name Moriarty.
