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Awakening
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2026-04-30 17:51:00Darkness.
Heavy. Suffocating.
Then
Beep… beep… beep…
Air rushed violently into her lungs.
Kaira McCauley’s eyes snapped open.
She gasped, her body jerking upright
Pain tore through her like shattered glass.
She grabbed the sheets tightly, her breath catching in her throat, and her breathing became rough and uneven.
White ceiling.
Sterile lights.
The faint smell of medicine.
“Hospital?”
Her voice came out very weak.
Her mind raced
The race.
The speed.
The final turn.
The crash.
Her fingers trembled.
“I…died.”
The words barely left her lips.
Then
Something else surfaced.
A memory that wasn’t hers.
A road.
Night.
Headlights cutting through darkness.
Another car, coming fast.
“That’s not mine.”
A sharp pressure built inside her skull.
[System Initializing…]
Her eyes widened instantly.
“Who said that?”
[Welcome, Host: Alina Crosswell.]
Silence.
Then
“No, I've finally gone insane.”
Her gaze dropped to her hands.
Thinner.
Different.
Not hers.
[Previous identity: Kaira McCauley confirmed deceased.]
[Current identity: Alina Crosswell.]
Her heartbeat slammed against her chest.
“…You’re telling me” she paused trying to grasp something “this must be a prank”
[Soul transfer successful.] The system cuts in.
The room felt colder.
“I took over her body?”
[Condition met: Simultaneous fatal incidents.]
Kaira went still.
“Simultaneous?”
The memories returned, clearer this time.
Her crash.
And
Alina’s.
The exact same moment.
Alina Crosswell’s car
Colliding with another.
Not random.
Not an accident.
Kaira’s eyes sharpened.
“That car.”
[Vehicle identified as property of Host’s rival.]
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
She got caught up in a bad situation and it ultimately led to her death.
A quiet pause.
Then
“She just got replaced by me.”
Noise suddenly erupted outside the room.
Shouting.
Rapid footsteps.
Camera clicks.
Kaira turned sharply toward the door.
“What’s happening?”
[External situation updating…]
A brief delay.
[Media presence confirmed.]
[Authorities en route.]
Her brows furrowed.
“…For what?”
Voices outside grew clearer
“That’s her room!”
“She’s awake!”
[Cause: Collision involving rival’s vehicle.]
[Additional status: Financial liability assigned to Host.]
Kaira blinked.
“…They want her to pay?”
[Affirmative.]
Another pause
[Rumor classification: “Witch.”]
She let out a short, dry laugh.
“…Of course.”
Footsteps stopped right outside her door.
“Open it!”
BANG!
The door shook violently.
Kaira slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, trying to shake off the feeling of weakness that had settled in her body.
“…So let me get this straight.”
Her voice was calm now.
Cold.
“I woke up in a new world…”
Another bang.
“Hunted…”
She stood up slowly.
“Blamed for a crash…”
Her gaze shifted toward the window.
“And nearly arrested on day one.”
[Warning: Immediate capture likely.]
The handle rattled harder.
“They’re breaking it!”
[Emergency Task Issued.]
Her vision flickered.
[Objective: Escape capture.]
[Recommended action: Exit through window to get 100 points and can be used to buy rare items.]
She turned fully.
“…You want me to jump?”
The window stood closed.
Three floors above ground.
Cold wind pressed faintly against the glass.
[Probability of success is 69.99.]
[Probability of getting arrested and jailed is 99.99.]
BANG!
The door cracked.
Kaira walked forward without hesitation.
“…This body may be weak.”
She pushed the window open.
Wind rushed in sharply.
“But I’m not.”
Behind her
“Break it down!”
CRACK!
Wood splintered.
Kaira climbed onto the ledge, gripping the frame tightly.
Below
Concrete.
No safety.
No guarantee.
Just risk.
Her lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile.
“…Guess nothing’s changed.”
Her eyes sharpened.
“Still betting everything on one move.”
[System Notice: Decision acknowledged.]
The door burst open behind her.
“Stop her!”
Too late.
Kaira, now Alina Crosswell
Stepped forward
and jumped.
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