I lived a regular life.

I was a single child with loving parents.

I experienced a normal childhood, with its ups and downs, ending with my graduation from college.

Then, I got a normal 9-5 job at a generic office where I worked for 10 years.

I went to church every Sunday and was a devout Christian.

Overall, I lived a really generic life, one that was the same as millions of other Americans.

That was, until one day, when I was walking home from a normal Sunday Service that I was stabbed in the back.

All I felt was the cool touch of metal plunging through my ribcage, reaching my heart, before I blacked out.

...

I woke up to darkness.

'Where am I?'

It felt as if I was floating in the womb of a mother.

Then, a muffled voice came from outside the place.

"Miriam, is our little angel doing fine?"

Then I felt the darkness constrict a little bit as one wall was pushed in.

'Wait, don't tell me, I'm actually back in the womb!'

'Is this a web novel or something? How did I get reincarnated?'

'I just lived a regular life! Why am I getting reincarnated?'

'Did it have something to do with my stabbing?'

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Stuck in this dark place, I could only ponder over these questions.

But suddenly, I heard a voice in my head.

Well, it wasn't actually a voice, but more of an expression of a desire.

(A/N: Like my other novels, "//" means not MC's thoughts or spoken related types of speech.)

//So dark...//

It was only then that I realized that another tiny pair of hands were gripping mine.

Well not gripping, it was more like we were still fused together.

'Oh! So I'm a twin.'

'I wonder if it's a boy or a girl?'

'Wait, so how do I know what they're thinking?'

//Hungry...// (Twin)

//Wait, where am I?//

//Is this Korea?//

//Was I kidnapped?//

//The last thing I remember... I was working overtime in the office?//

//I blacked out, so, did I get transmigrated?//

'Oh, is my twin also a transmigrator? How interesting.'

'Well, I better keep it low-key if I want to live a regular life, so let's just pretend that I'm an actual baby.'

//Hungry...// (MC)

//Hungry...// (MC)

//Hungry...// (MC)

//Wait, who's talking to me?// (Twin)

//Is this telepathy?// (Twin)

//Oh, I'm a twin!// (Twin)

'Does this person not know how to hide their thoughts?'

//Hungry...// (MC)

//Aaahhhh I'm going to be a big sister!// (Twin)

'Oh, so she's a girl.'

//I wonder, can you hear me?// (Twin)

//Hungry...// (MC)

//Okay...// (Twin)

//Well, nice to meet you my new little brother!// (Twin)

//Hungry...// (MC)

And it just went on like that for the rest of our time in our mom's womb, her fawning over me whilst I just responded with unintelligent answers.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, being tortured by my new soon-to-be sister, we finally saw a speck of light at the edge of our vision.

I pushed her back and tried getting in front as hard as I could. After all, I wouldn't hear the end of it if I was the younger one.

My feet touched the top of her head as I pushed as hard as I could with my non-existent muscles.

//Ow! That hurt little bro!//

Reaching out with my little arms, I put my arms out of our mother's womb, and was pulled out a second later.

"It's a boy!"

"Waaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I cried out.

I let my baby instincts take over as I was submerged in a basin of water before being held up to the light by a person that looked like a maid.

I was then handed over to a handsome blond man, with sharp figures and a clean shaven face.

"So this is my first child."

"Marie, why don't we name him Lysander, yes, Lysander Endendyk sounds good doesn't it?"

I stopped crying and looked at him with a curious face.

'Marie look! He's even intelligent enough to recognize his own name! He'll be a great future Duke of the kingdom.'

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" (Marie)

"Marie! What's happening."

"I-I'm n-not done yet." She said through gritted teeth.

And with that, my sister came out.

My dad handed me off to the maid that had held me before and called for another maid.

'It must be some noble tradition or something, that you have to have a separate maid to carry each baby.'

Another maid hurriedly came in before pulling on my sister's head, taking her out of my mom's womb.

"It's a girl!"

The other maid then proceeded to do the same thing to my sister that my maid had done to me, before handing her off to our new dad.

"She seems to be a quiet one. Hmm, her eyes seem old for a child's."

I tried to facepalm, but now that I was under the effect of gravity, my little muscles wouldn't cut it anymore.

'Are you kidding me! Can you act any more like a transmigrator?' (A/N: This is sarcasm.)

"Well, even though she's a little strange, she's still our daughter, so Marie, what do you want to name her?"

"Evangeline, isn't that such a good name, Quinn?"

"Evangeline Endendyk? Yes, that does seem like a good name."

"So be it, with Charlotte Winchester and Elsie Kensington as our witnesses, under our faith to the only Goddess of Knowledge, The Ruler of the Night, The Unearthly Shadow, Millaros of the Moon, we declare our children Lysander and Evangeline Endendyk."

And that was how us earthlings came into this world.