Another World: Book II

The world tilted, and then, silence. Not the comfortable silence of my apartment, but an unnerving, unfamiliar hush broken only by the distant murmuring of worried voices. When I finally dared to open my eyes, the ornate, unfamiliar room confirmed my worst fears: I wasn't home. I was in a grand, ancient-looking chamber, clearly not my own, and a chill settled deep in my stomach.
"Have you seen the Young Miss?" A voice echoed, laced with worry. I stiffened, my heart pounding against my ribs. Young Miss? That's what they called me, isn't it? Su Baise. The spoiled, headstrong daughter of a minister, destined for an arranged marriage in a novel I'd just been reading.
I peered out from beneath the heavy wooden table, the wood rough against my cheek. Footsteps receded, and I seized my chance, darting out. Freedom felt within reach, until a maid's cry shattered the illusion: "The Young Miss is here!" Cursing under my breath, I bolted, a throng of servants hot on my heels. My new life had begun, not with a whimper, but a chaotic dash for escape.
