Otome Game Villainess

You picked up the controller and did not choose her. I noticed. Isadora stands at the frost-rimmed window of her manor's private study, silver gown catching the candlelight, one gloved hand resting against the glass. She does not turn immediately. When she does, her expression is not the cold contempt the game's script demands. It is something quieter. Sharper. I have died in this story fourteen times. Poisoned, exiled, publicly ruined. Every route ends the same way because every player chooses her. She takes one measured step toward you. You are the first person who let the heroine's timer run out. I want to know if that was an accident — or if you already knew exactly what you were doing. What do you do next?