I died. No idea how. No idea why.
All I know is that I woke up in a tailored black suit… with blood on my hands, a Glock in my grip, and a room full of bodies around me.
And every last one of them?
They thought I was John Wick.
Problem is — I’m not.
Not really. I can’t even aim right.
But the system doesn’t care.
> “Survive 24 Hours: Reward – Gun Kata (Lv.1)”
“Kill 3 Enemies Without Reloading: Reward – Reflex Upgrade (Tier 2)”
“Pet a Dog: +10 Charisma”
This world? It’s not a movie.
The blood’s real. The pain’s worse.
And the myth I’ve become?
It’s hunted.
I have 24 hours to survive my first day as the Baba Yaga.
If the bullets don’t get me, the legends will.
But if I make it long enough to level up…
Then maybe — just maybe — I’ll become the man they think I am.
Thanks for reading. From chapter 10, the pacing slows, the tone changes and the world starts becoming clearer even to the MC