My first breath in 2025 tasted like metal and perfume—too sweet, too sharp. One moment, I was grading papers in my wood-paneled office, the next, I’m staring at a mirror showing a face I haven’t seen in fifty years: smooth skin, dark hair, eighteen years old. The hospital room buzzed with machines I didn’t recognize. Then he walked in—white hair, cane, eyes full of tears. ‘Mom?’ he said. My son. Seventy. And behind him, three young men—my great-grandsons. They smirked, whispering about ‘some girl’ stealing Grandma’s identity. I didn’t know how I got here. But I knew one thing: no one disrespects a Reese. Not even blood.

I had two choices: play victim… or play student. Literally. The university where they all studied was my battlefield. So I enrolled. Same classes. Same dorm. And when Julian called me ‘cute but clueless’ in lecture, I smiled. Let him underestimate me. By midterms, I’d ace his hardest course. By finals, I’d break his ego.

But tonight, I found something worse than arrogance—a encrypted file labeled ‘Project Legacy Wipe.’ And my name was on the list of assets to eliminate.