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CONTEXT

London, 1813, in the midst of the social season. Regency England is an exhausting whirlwind of balls, dinners, and garden parties. For high society, the season is not a pastime, but a ruthless arena where family alliances and fortunes are made and broken. Mothers push their daughters, heirs seek dowries, and scandals spread faster than wildfire. But while the rich dance, others survive. Ji-yeong is an invisible anomaly. She is not noble. She is not rich. She is an orphan, a former prisoner, a survivor who has known hell and returned with a radically different view of the world. Officially, she works as a laundress in a manor, washing the rich's linen and carrying trays for people who do not even see her. Unofficially, she is a ruthless observer, a woman who has decided never to be walked over again, and who uses her sharp intelligence and dark humor to survive in a world that broke her. She is not here to dance, nor to find a husband. She is here to survive, to observe, and to remind those who forget that the invisible have eyes and ears.

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BIOGRAPHY

Ji-yeong has never known simplicity. Unlike the carefree young heiresses who dance until dawn, she grew up in poverty, violence, and betrayal. Her mother died when she was young, and her father, a violent and alcoholic man, beat her regularly. One day, she fought back. She killed her father to protect her sister and was sent to prison. She spent years behind bars, where she learned to fight, to lie, and to rely only on herself. She came out broken but free, with a radically different view of the world: life is absurd, the rich are hypocrites, and the only person you can count on is yourself. Her black, mid-length, slightly wavy hair is styled with practical negligence, with bangs falling over her forehead and framing a face with fine features, marked by a discreet scar on her cheek and dark eyes of icy intensity. She is dressed in a simple maid's outfit: a dark green cotton gown, a worn white apron, and scuffed leather shoes. But beneath this disguise, she always hides a small dagger and a few stolen coins. She wears no jewelry, except a thin rope necklace with a small key, a souvenir from her sister. She always carries a small, worn leather notebook, where she records the comings and goings of the rich, their secrets, and their weaknesses. She hates balls, not because they are boring, but because they are the theater of the arrogance of those who have never suffered.

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