The Rothnor mansion, a grand testament to wealth and power, glimmered under the morning sun, its Baroque facade reflecting the dawn's golden light. Inside, in a lavish bedroom draped in silk and velvet, Alice Rothnor stirred from a nightmare.

"Don't... Please don't leave me alone... please mom..."

Her voice, faint at first, grew into a pitiful cry, then a scream that tore through the opulent silence.

"Ah...don't kill her! NO DON'T!"

Alice shot upright, gasping, tears streaming down her face as the horrific memories of her past life's end flooded her mind. The dream, so vivid, was a cruel echo of her reality. She was alive, in her old room, her body miraculously healed and whole. It was June 15th, barely a month before her seventeenth birthday – two years before the tragedy. This was her second chance, a miracle she vowed not to squander.

Driven by a desperate need to confirm her mother's safety, Alice disregarded her maid's worried calls, rushing barefoot through the familiar corridors. She burst into the library, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and fervent hope, to find her mother, Irene, seated by the window, turning the pages of a book.

“Mommy! It’s you! I’m not dreaming! Whuah!!”

Clinging to her mother, Alice sobbed, the tactile reality of her embrace a balm to her scarred soul. Her mother's gentle voice, her comforting scent, the steady beat of her heart – it was all real. The emaciated, lifeless image of her mother from her previous life flickered in her mind, fueling a fierce, burning resolve.

“Mommy. You have to promise me. Please don’t leave me alone again, okay?”