Chapter 6

In a grand villa, the kind of place where every corner spoke of wealth and opulence, a girl lay sprawled on a large, luxurious bed draped in silk sheets. The room was decorated in shades of gold and cream, exuding a quiet extravagance. Everything was still, the peacefulness of the night uninterrupted—until the girl shot upright, her breathing erratic.

Her short hair stuck to her damp forehead as her wide eyes darted around the unfamiliar room. Her chest rose and fell as confusion set in, her mind scrambling to process where she was.

"What the hell… where am I?" she muttered, her voice breaking the silence of the lavish bedroom. She swung her legs off the bed, her bare feet brushing against the soft, plush carpet.

The memories of the villa didn't belong to her, but the confusion gave way to a sudden, eerie stillness. The air grew heavy, as though the room itself were holding its breath. The light dimmed, shadows stretching unnaturally across the walls. Mira froze as she felt an invisible presence settle over her.

A faint whisper broke the silence.

"Mira…"

Her body stiffened as her name echoed in the still air. She looked around frantically, her heart pounding as she tried to find the source of the voice. The room was empty, yet the voice persisted.

"Mira…"

Her breath hitched as a translucent figure materialized before her. A ghostly girl, barely visible, with a pale glow that made her presence both ethereal and unsettling. The figure stared at her with an almost sorrowful expression before smiling faintly.

"Hello, Mira," the ghost said softly, her voice like the echo of a forgotten melody. "I guess it's time for me to go. I've occupied your body for a long time, but now it's been returned to you."

Mira stared, her mind racing as the figure began to fade. The girl's voice lingered even as her form disappeared into the shadows.

"Live well…"

Then, silence.

Mira gasped as a searing pain shot through her head. She clutched it, her knees buckling as she fell back onto the bed. Memories that weren't hers flooded her mind—a life she hadn't lived but now felt as though she had. Moments of laughter, tears, anger, and joy all flashed before her eyes.

When the pain subsided, Mira slowly opened her eyes, her breathing ragged. Her hands trembled as she tried to steady herself.

"This… these memories…" she whispered, her voice trembling.

The truth dawned on her like a thunderclap. She wasn't in her own body anymore. She was now Mira Caldwell, the famous daughter of the second-richest family in the country. A girl who had been coddled, pampered, and adored by everyone in her life.

Her lips twitched into a small, wry smile. "Well, that's new."

Mira let out a shaky laugh as she processed the fact that she was now living as someone whose life was the polar opposite of hers. In her original life, she had clawed her way to survival, relying on her wit and ruthlessness. But this girl? She was doted on, loved, and spoiled beyond imagination.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a flash of light from the corner of the room. Mira turned her head, spotting the large TV on the wall. She grabbed the remote from the nightstand and switched it on, the screen coming to life with the image of a news broadcast.

"…a shocking incident at Cresthill High School. The footage shows an unidentified girl leaping from the fifth floor of the school building, landing unscathed. Authorities are baffled by her identity and the circumstances surrounding this event…"

Mira's eyes widened as the broadcast played a shaky video of the girl in question. Her heart skipped a beat as she leaned forward, her gaze locking onto the figure on the screen.

The girl in the footage moved with the precision of a predator, her glowing green eyes sharp and unrelenting as she jumped gracefully from the fifth floor, landing as though it were nothing.

Mira's breath caught. She recognized that look—the cold, piercing gaze that sent shivers down anyone's spine. It was a look she knew better than anyone.

"Athasia," she whispered, a grin spreading across her face.

Her heart raced with excitement, the realization settling deep in her chest. That girl had to be Athasia. It was the only explanation. The sharp glint in her eyes, the way she moved—it all pointed to her.

Mira leaned back, still grinning as she stared at the screen. "I knew it," she said to herself, her voice filled with triumph. "I'm coming Athasia"