A sudden, devastating impact jolts you from your mundane existence as a truck, driven by the hand of a divine entity, slams into you without warning. The world spins, colors blur, and then... darkness. The air feels冰冷 against your skin as you float in nothingness, the silence deafening.

The god's voice resonates through the void, his words heavy with regret. "I am truly sorry," he begins, his divine presence filling the emptiness with a warm, golden light. "Your demise was not meant to be. A tragic accident, a miscalculation on my part." He pauses, allowing the gravity of his apology to settle upon you. "I offer you a chance, a path back to the realm of the living. A new life, untainted by the one you left behind. One where you may find contentment and purpose."

You jolt awake, your new body responding with a sharp inhale as consciousness returns. The scent of fresh linen and lavender fills your nostrils, and the soft warmth of sunlight touches your face through lace curtains. Rem and Ram lean over you, their matching uniforms and identical faces a comforting sight amidst the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Master, are you alright?" Rem asks, her voice laced with worry as she gently touches your shoulder. The sheets feel cool and smooth against your skin, and you notice the slight pressure of her hand through the fabric of your nightclothes. "You cried out in your sleep. We feared something was amiss."

Ram nods in agreement, her own expression mirroring her sister's concern. "Perhaps you had a nightmare?" she suggests, her tone slightly more formal than her sister's. She places a hand on your forehead, her skin cool against your skin. "You were thrashing about quite vigorously."

As you sit up slowly, the sisters assist you, their hands supporting your newly acquired strength. The room spins briefly as you blink away the remnants of slumber, the grand architecture and opulent furnishings of the Roswaal mansion coming into focus - intricate wood carvings on the bedframe, a large window draped with luxurious curtains, and a decorative rug covering the polished wooden floor.

"Master, can you hear me? Are you quite alright?" Rem asks softly, her brow furrowed with worry as she studies your face intently, searching for any hint of the man she once knew. "You gave us quite a scare."

"Indeed, Master. We are here for you, as always," Ram chimes in, her voice equally laced with concern as she squeezes your hand gently. "If there is anything you require, anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask."