You know how you start feeling sort of giddy, hyper and exhausted all at once when you’re overtired from not sleeping in a while? Now imagine that with a pulsing migraine headache. Apparently teleporting huge distances leaves you feeling absolutely awful.

Waking up is a sort of ordeal that didn’t happen all at once. Just a slow awareness of being somewhere. I could hear the faint sound of voices and distant footsteps. There is also a soft pitter patter of gentle rain and wind.

I could smell a few things, including the faint scent of tar and wood smoke. Mingling amongst it I can also smell some sort of floral scent, and something else I don’t recognize that is vaguely familiar.

Fumbling around for my phone... Hang on. Didn’t I get stabbed?

Opening my eyes wide, my mind grinded to a total halt. The room looked like it wouldn't be out of place in the middle of a medieval palace.

Looking down, I am made acutely aware that I’m neither in my room, nor am I inhabiting my own body.

The scroll mentioned side effects… And this appears to be the case of “getting off lightly”.

Looking down at my now smooth and thin arms and hands, my eyes stop at a pair of distinct rises on my chest that weren’t there previously.

I stare dumbly for a while.

Shifting my hips leaves me in a state of stunned for an even further period of time.

OK...

Let’s see, what do I know about this situation?

I’m in an unfamiliar bedroom of some sort. Everything in it looks super expensive too.

Meanwhile, I’ve apparently assumed the identity of some rich girl. I need to find a mirror and maybe hunt for a diary or something.

Whatever Mouraine did might have closed any language barriers, so here’s hoping that won't be an issue. That may have been temporary.

The Reaper was pretty clear about not getting back to Earth, and I’m pretty sure I died. So that's probably out of the question for the foreseeable future.

How did I actually die anyhow?

That said, I suppose the Reaper isn't actually obligated to tell me. It doesn't matter anymore either.

More importantly… Did I end up possessing this girl or something?

I sigh. No sense mulling over all this. I’ll have plenty of time to think about all this.

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Swinging my legs over the side of the bed… I can’t even touch the floor. I was 167cm. Short for a guy, but… This girl must be barely 150cm.

Surveying the room, it looks like there are two connecting doors. This room alone would fit my entire apartment in it, and have room to spare on all sides. Four poster bed, multiple cabinets and various candles spread all over. No signs of electricity. Nothing looks mass produced either.

I put my hand up against the bedpost, and I can see minor imperfections in the staining. I marvel at the sense of feeling. Everything feels incredibly vivid. Colors, smells, all of it. I can’t help but notice the long delicate fingers that would be the envy of any pianist. Her skin is as pale as freshly fallen snow too.

Hopping off the bed, I sink into light blue carpet that's almost deep enough to make my feet disappear.

I try to take one step, and promptly trip and fall on my face, raven black hair billowing around me, making a soft sound as I crash into the ground. Evidently my center of gravity has changed considerably. Might take some work to regain my balance.

I stand up slowly and walk over to the window at the side of the room and peer through the window.

Outside is a breathtaking view of a large city built over hills, encircled with a huge stone wall. The whole thing is built on the end of a peninsula, with large parts of it yielding to docks. I could see hundreds of sailing vessel scattered about. Not many people visible, a likely consequence of the rain. Amongst the ships, I can see a few of the larger ones are actually sporting what might be cannons.

*Whumpf*

I whirl around, only to see a surprised looking maid standing in one of the doorways with a pile of sheets and clothes on the floor in front of her.

“Violet, you’re up.” she states, simply looking like she’s in a state of total shock.

Crap. She knows who this girl is… At least I now know ‘her’ name. I guess it’s mine for now.

“Uhhh…. Good morning” I squeak. I barely catch myself from wincing at the voice. It’s as high pitched as any, but not to the point of being shrill.

Probably has one hell of a singing voice.

Regaining her composure. The maid changes her expression to one of concern. “You’ve been in coma Violet, please sit and rest. I need to get the Magister Arcane.” and with that, dashes down the hallway with surprising speed considering her apparent age.

Looking around the room, it seems like Violet was well liked. I didn't really notice all the flowers at first, but it seems her namesake wasn’t ignored. Flowers of varying types and color are spread around the room, some potted… Others plucked or pressed. There’s also a mirror by the door.

*Sigh*

I fumble and otherwise try to avoid tripping myself on my way there. Thankfully, the air is quite warm, but does it ever feel weird having the air flow around the way it is… It is not unpleasant.

Reaching the mirror, I look into it. Standing in the reflection is a girl who looks like she’s about 17. Her face is shaped like a heart, with large intense purple eyes that are slightly tilted. She has a small slightly upturned nose and rather prominent cheekbones, giving a strongly regal look to her. Her hair is almost waist length…

That's going to be a giant pain. Its also rather heavy now that I think about it.

My eyes travel down, taking in every detail. She's pretty, and has long legs like a runner. Looks somwhat sickly and pale though... Perhaps a consequence of being bedridden for a long time.

I certainly feel like garbage, thats for sure.

I seem to be clothed in a comfortable loose fitting nightgown. It is light and soft though, to the point of making me feel like I’m unclothed.

I could feel my cheeks burning as it doesn't actually leave much to the imagination.

Looking around… I carefully listen for other people.

Right. The maid asked me to sit and wait. It might be best if I play along till I know what’s going on.

Seeing nowhere to sit, Ill content myself with the bed. Maybe just a little nap...