I got possessed right before graduating grad school. Give me back my academic credentials! After a brief moment of despair over this hopeless situation, I decided that since things turned out this way, I might as well enjoy some of the pleasures I'd put off due to studying, before finding a way back. Things like romance, romance, and more romance. As it happens, a breathtakingly handsome man moved in next door, so I decided to make him my man. "C-Can I keep my robe on? I'm too shy to show my face..." Sure, he's a nerd who can't let go of his robe, much like an engineering student's flannel shirt. "...If I happened to be that Tower Master, would you abandon me?" And he seems to be the exact same person as that infamous, personality-disordered psychopath of a Tower Master. "I-I told you not to enter this room..." He's even a gloomy weirdo who plastered a whole room with pictures, paintings, and articles about me... None of that was really a big problem. At least not compared to the fact that this world I thought was a mere romance story is actually a terrifying survival thriller out for my life.