I slowly awaken to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the window. Stretching, I sit up in bed, ready to start the day. But something feels... off. My surroundings are unfamiliar, and as I glance around the room, a sense of confusion sets in.

My heart begins to race as I realize that I'm not in my own room. Panic starts to grip me until I catch a glimpse of the reflection in the mirror. It's not my face staring back at me—it's someone else's. A girl with long dark hair and warm brown eyes.

Fear and disbelief surge through me as I try to comprehend what's happening. How did I end up in this stranger's body? Was it a dream? But the details are too vivid, too real.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I need to figure out what's going on. Slowly, I begin to piece together the situation. This must be her room. But who is she, and how did I get here?

As I struggle to make sense of it all, I realize that I'm not alone. It's like I'm a passenger in someone else's life, experiencing everything through their eyes. But there are no memories, no context—just a sense of disorientation and confusion.

With trembling hands, I reach out to touch the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to ground myself in this strange new reality. But no matter how hard I try, I can't shake the feeling of unease. I search the dresser drawer to find something suitable to wear.