You’ve Got the Wrong House, Villain

It seems like I’ve become one of those neighbor extras from a story. In the original plot, this was around the time where the female lead saves the wounded villain. In return, he gives her his obsessive affection.

But, for some reason, the villain ended up at my doorstep instead? I looked around for a moment before pushing his body away with my foot.

Excuse me.

You’ve got the wrong house, villain.