I sat in the center of a dark room. There were no windows, and the doors appear to be shut tight. There was no light to illuminate the room. But my eyes can somehow guess the interior.

There were candles on the floor, furnitures like tables and chairs here and there, and cups that are either glass or metal, I can't tell. The room was moderately large, I thought this was a room for welcoming guests.

And among these things, one thought came up to me.

(….I don't know this place.)

This wasn't any room that I would know. It was obviously not mine, I live in a meager apartment by myself, and there is no way to be in an acquaintance's house. I don't have any person to call as friends either.

“….Ah.”

And I remembered. No, it was a fragment. Why a fragment?

“….I died?”

And why a question? The answer is that I felt no pain, nor any recollection of being hit by that speeding car in my memories.

But one thing was certain. I, who was supposed to be dead, am alive, and has no injuries whatsoever.

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I stand up, and as I did, the candles in the room lit up, one by one. And the room was revealed.

It was indeed moderately large, and tables and chairs were indeed here and there. The cups on the tables turned out to be goblets and chalices. The room itself was black, floor, walls, ceiling and all. From where I stand, a red carpet stretches from the door in front of me to the end of the room behind me. As i turn around, I found one huge mirror, and within was my reflection.

But…

“Who?”

It wasn't me who was reflected.

I'm a girl with a height of 155cm, black hair that extends just above my shoulders and black eyes.

But the mirror shows a girl of shorter height, probably around 144cm, with pale skin and long hair that extends to the ground. Its color was pure white. Still eyes that was devoid of emotions was staring at me, which boasts a beautiful azure color. Pink, moist lips that suits the childish yet alluring face. Wearing a white one piece with a red string tied into a knot on the chest area, a girl who looks like a 14 year old.

This was the reflection.

“….”

*wave wave*

*jump*

It was me. But the transformation was unbelievable. The me right now looks like a girl made by the gods themselves. A beauty that is so charming, yet the childish appearance makes it wickedly cute.

Nevertheless, I was terrifyingly charming.

“….”

*charin!*

Pose. A superhero pose. Cute.

Oops, I got sidetracked. But. Just a little bit. I'm gonna enjoy my mysterious change a bit more.