I got possessed right before finishing grad school. Give me back my degree! I despaired at the hopeless situation — but only for a moment. Since things had turned out this way, I decided to enjoy all the pleasures I’d put off for my studies until I could find a way back. Like romance, or romance, or maybe romance. As luck would have it, the man who’d just moved in next door was drop-dead gorgeous, so I resolved to make him mine. “W-would it be okay if I didn’t take off the robe? I’m too embarrassed to show my face……” Of course, he was a hopeless nerd who couldn’t part with his robe the way engineering students can’t part with their plaid shirts. “……If I turned out to be the Magic Tower Master, would you leave me?” And he seemed to be the very same Magic Tower Master who was rumored to be a deranged psychopath. “I-I told you not to go into this room……” He was even the kind of creep who’d plastered an entire room with my photos, drawings, and articles. But none of that was really a big deal. Not compared to the fact that this world I’d assumed was a romance story was actually a survival horror out to kill me.