I: Seems strange?

I look around the room once again, and I'm sure for the ninth time, this place is not familiar. I haven't gone to this kind of place before, wait I did, but that was on a school trip!

This place looks similar to the room on a dukedom they visited back when I was in college. It was lived by a Duke and his family back in medieval times, now, it's only use is for attraction and reminiscing of past. And, I can really tell that this is a room of a very wealthy person just by looking at it's interior.

"Young master, the lord is asking for your presence. He said that you should definitely come down for a dinner, you haven't eaten anything since the day before."

I glance at the door and the soft respectful voice coming from it. Is she calling to me?

«Go. Say that you will go.»

Who's that? I hastily search the room. Where's that coming from? Am I going crazy?

⟨‹Tell her that you will, ›⟩

The voice keep repeating the same words in different phrases. I slowly stood up. I do not know what's going on, but i have to move for me to knows what's going on.

"Hmm..tell him I'm going."

The voice became silent. Then, a rather cheerful voice answered him, saying she's telling the lord.

"Hey...whoever you are...can you tell me what's happening? and where are you? this is kidnap—..." Kidnappers hate noisy people right? They will surely kill me if i became too noisy? But what if this is a prank? Social experiment? wait—without consent?

⟨‹ I won't. I am not a kidnapper. ›⟩

What? Can they read mind too? No, was i too obvious? What should i do? should i stay quiet? Keep calm. calm...

⟨‹ I certainly am. No, you're not. You should indeed keep calm. ›⟩

This is getting scary. The voice can read minds. Should...should i run? I need my phone. I think i should call a police. Wait—then s/he knows my plan? ah...

⟨‹ i can but don't be scared. I won't do anything other than helping you. ›⟩

Helping me? Why would they? ah, yes.. I'm in this unfamiliar place...without phone..memory how i got here...the other people..

⟨‹ Looking at the mirror will help you somehow understand things. ›⟩

I will? Although hesitant, my own body moved automatically. I don't know where I can find a full length or a short mirror but I somehow found one in a walk in closet.

"....God..."

My face looks strange. Is this real? I slowly walk towards the mirror. It shows a face i am familiar yet not. A leaned muscled youth is being reflected, a long soft and silky black hair, pink cherry eyes and heart shape shape lips. This is the definition of androgynous beauty, a face that is both handsome and beautiful.

Just what us happening? Why is... that's not me! The face is quite similar yet so much different.

⟨‹ You transmigrated. That's what you call body possession right? That's what you are experiencing. It is the management's inability and fault..›⟩

Huh? body possession?TRANSMIGRATED?!
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