I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game

Irene Foxis.

She had stepped into the alley purely by coincidence.

A vague sense of unease had tugged at her sleeve.

The fox had merely been drawn by that ominous feeling, unwittingly witnessing the scene unfold before her.

Perhaps calling it coincidence was a stretch.

Simply put, the girl had followed her instincts.

"You are on the verge of transcendence."

"If slow, within three years. If fast, within a year, you will reach the stars."

She was standing at the threshold of the stars.

As her body, the foundation of her existence, began to change, her senses sharpened to their peak.

It was the so-called "transition period" that those on the verge of transcendence always experienced.

As a result, Irene’s nerves were sharper than ever.