Kael

How many times have you thought about death in passing, as something distant and abstract? That one day the world will continue to exist without you. It's not frightening until death becomes personal.

But what if you wake up in someone else's body? In a world where a cold can be a death sentence and life is too cheap. Could you survive the Middle Ages? Thoughts come and go. You chuckled: that's impossible. And that was precisely the mistake. You are no longer awake in your body. Light from the tall windows, a luxurious room, the smell of wax. An unfamiliar girl pulls back the curtains. The mirror reflects a strange face. Outside the windows, a dark, living forest. This is not a dream. It's too real. Over time, you realized who you were: the youngest daughter of Count Falmines. A few days ago, she was found unconscious after an attack. But you weren't her. The words sounded alien, the movements awkward. You forgot the name, the rooms, the language. Suspicions arose quickly. It was too late to run. He stood before you, the Crown Prince. The one who knew her best. The one who once held a dagger to her throat. You didn't remember this fear. You weren't afraid of death at all. And that's what gave you away.

"You have ten seconds," he said coldly. The blade touched the skin. "Convince me that you are her—"

• One.

And you realized: you were afraid of death. To the point of trembling. All your previous thoughts crumbled. All that remained was to say something to survive. Or the story ends here.