Chapter 2

I stayed in the hospital bed silently. It took me three days of complete isolation to calm down.

I must have died in that car accident. And my situation was beyond my comprehension.

I might be in a coma and I'm dreaming. But that theory was thrown out the window almost immediately. I was in severe pain. And everything was too detailed, and I had full control over my body and not my surroundings.

I wasn't in the afterlife. That much was obvious (I think).

Now the question is whether I slipped into another dimension or was inside of a book. At this point, anything's possible. I'm not even sure if it mattered.

I have to come up with a plan since there's no guarantee that the people here live by the same moral code. All information I have on the body I possess is that she was assaulted, she suddenly gained superpowers(?), and we share the same physical traits, life, and identity.

Yeah, I looked her name up on the internet. I found it on the doctor's note hanging on the bed frame.

We look the same. We are both 21 and living with our family. We went to the top educational institutes on every level with scholarships. We participated in many Olympiads and won prizes. We volunteered for many charity events. And we are currently studying for our Master's degree.

The difference would be our subjects. I was studying 'Mathematics' and 'Psychology'. She was taking 'Geometrics in Mana' and 'Study of the Abyss'. Which were not terms I was familiar with but felt closely connected to my subjects.

And the 'flashbacks'... It felt like I was the one who went through it. Like it was my own memory, not someone else's. 'I' reacted, felt, thought, and did things the way I do them. It feels like, rather than me being in someone else's body, it is my second life in another world. I have an inkling why I can't remember anything from this life if that's the case.

I'll need to probe around for more info when I get the chance.

After two days of online research, I've found out a few things. This world is very identical to RPG fantasy worlds. There are magic/mana, fantasy races, gods, and different inhabited planets. Not all people are able to use magic or mana.

I was able to quickly understand my environment since I've read my fair share of fantasy novels. But there was something I didn't expect to be blatantly enforced. It made sense to be more… subtle since this is not exactly something to be proud of as a human.

An explicit class system. 

The poor, the mediocre, the average, the elite, and the genius. It is based 90% on the ranking system- individual and guild, 8% on wealth, and 2% on social influence. And then there are families who can't be strictly put into a category: The anomaly.

My family, the Winslows, was the Anomaly among the Anomaly. The poor F-ranked mother, the mediocre E-ranked father, the average D-ranked youngest daughter, the elite A-ranked younger brother, the genius S-ranked eldest brother, and the anomaly - the elder daughter aka me. 

Mostly because I am not a well-known person, yet not someone to be scoffed at either. In fact, my info only comes up if the search words are very specifically asking for me. If I look up the Winslows, the results are mostly about the eldest son - the eligible bachelor and the younger son - a super rookie. Then, pictures of the parents with their youngest daughter on their successful business endeavors pop up. If I scroll further down, I'll see my back in some of the pictures. No matter how much I looked through different social media platforms, I didn't find a single picture or post of me with my 'family'.

Am I the black sheep? Did I do something so terrible that I was removed from the public? Sure, I am not a big fan of anything public and social but… if it were me, I would not be happy when it looks like the family has only three children - not four.

Well, the youngest sure is pretty. The younger brother is quite popular. The eldest, well, he's a genius.

Perhaps I was kept out of the picture because I was lacking in both beauty and brain? If that's the case, it actually makes perfect sense.

A week after I was isolated in the hospital, I was visited by the non-well-wishers again. And any progress that my mental health might have made just regressed back to square one.