She realized that she had transmigrated.

A day like any other passed, although she felt uncomfortable and had a strange feeling in her chest. She had had a bizarre dream that night. She didn't quite remember all the details, but in general, she felt that she had made a mistake as if she had sold her soul to someone bad, very bad.

'I went crazy, didn't I? It's just a dream.'

In the end, Asher decided to go straight home and go to bed early.

'It's probably because I'm not sleeping properly. I've been staying up late for many days, yes, that must be it, I'm already dreaming of getting another job. Tsk, tsk'

The cafe had a quiet day and even though she didn't have to stay extra time, everything was wonderful. Now she just had to sleep, close her eyes, think about nothing, and relax.

But Asher couldn't do that.

She shifted restlessly in bed, she felt as awake as she does when she drinks three cups of coffee.

'Just sleep, Asher.'

Almost two hours later, when the clock struck 11 pm, she fell asleep sleep as if she had never suffered from insomnia. The air around her felt cold and heavy, and without anyone noticing, golden letters appeared all over her body and disappeared in an instant without causing any noise or leaving any evidence.

The next time she opened her eyes, she chose to close them again.

Crazy

Everything is fucking crazy.

Did they drug her? Was she drunk? But what in the world happened to make her see and feel this?

Ugh.

It was all too confusing for her.

She sat on the floor as she hugged her knees to her chest.

She didn't understand anything.

Her memories were mixed and disordered, and her headache was getting worse with every passing second while the ringing in her ears drove her crazy.

On the one hand, she was an orphan girl adopted by her pastry-making uncles, and on the other, a pretty and intelligent young woman in her very, very young twenties who worked in a cafe.

"Girl, what are you doing? Get up off the floor before the mud sticks to your clothes. Do you know how hard it is to get off? You'll always be left smelling like dirt..."

A forty-something aunt lifted her arm forcefully against her will, while she continued to chatter about irrelevant things compared to the existential crisis Asher was currently going through.

What was she going to do with her life now?

For all the space aliens, is this the real simulation of the matrix? The true ending? She should have listened to her neighbor when she told her to stop spending her money and time studying reiki, chakra, and internal energies.

She had ended up going crazy.

To begin with, which was her real life, and which was a memory? or worse, maybe she was an imposter who had stolen another's body. The possibilities were too many.

Furthermore, the most important thing was that she couldn't believe that she was again a child dependent on adults.

She wanted to get back to the comfort of her bed.

'It must be a joke', she thought. 'It's total madness. It's not even an easier and more comfortable life! It's worse than the life I led!'

Her aunt continued shaking her as if she were a rag doll and from afar her uncle began to grumble.

"What's wrong with her now? Has she gone crazy? Doesn't she know who's coming now?"

'Yes, I went crazy, but if I told you, you would probably burn me by accusing me of being a witch. Anyway, thank you for your concern.'

"Shut up! Don't you see that the poor girl was left stupid after the death of her parents? She still hasn't recovered.

'Beautiful, what a harmonious family'.

The girl that Asher had possessed was mute, after witnessing the accident that took the life of her parents. She was traumatized by the tragic event to such an extent that her memories were suppressed and she has not spoken since.

Asher thought very seriously about the possibility of hypnotizing herself and opening the alleys of her unconscious just as she was taught in that online course for which she paid 30 dollars and she thought it was a scam...

But a terrifying possibility appeared in her mind... wasn't she regressing her past lives through another video that seemed like a scam before waking up here?

'...'

Was this like astral travel where her consciousness was teleported to another self from an alternate dimension?

'...'

Did she solve the mystery that easily and quickly?

No, no, no, she couldn't say for sure yet.

Holy aliens of all times and dimensions. What mess had she gotten herself into?

A loud noise brought her out of her internal dialogue and her dangerous and crazy assumptions.

The two adults in the house were leaving without her, and the worst part was that she had no idea what they said to her because she wasn't paying attention.

'Great' she thought sarcastically.

She tried to make some guttural sounds and took a few steps towards them.

"Nor, honey, wait for us here, okay?" Her aunt stopped her. "We'll go look for Mr. Garzas, but we need someone to stay here in case he comes, okay?"

Asher could guess that she was lying, not only was she speaking in a soft and persuasive tone, but what responsible adult would think of leaving a mute child here alone?

There was something wrong here, but she could only nod her head.

She wanted to believe and console herself by thinking that they couldn't abandon her in the family business.

This store sold bread and cakes. Sometimes some delicate and beautiful desserts were made to order or on special dates, but, they did not do well or badly. They always worked hard and got up early to be the first to open. Even she could bet that the bread here was the softest for its price-quality ratio; However, income was often lower than expectations since the store was not located in the best location.

But in general, there were no debts or mortgages… everything was in order.

She tried to calm down and excuse the bad feeling she had in her heart as a result of this strange astral trip... because she definitely couldn't be experiencing transmigration, this was just a temporary thing.

She sat down to wait and try to organize her memories and priorities, she was currently living worse than in her previous life and she did not know much about the world. She could barely read a little and write her name.

She was quite vulnerable and she hated feeling so helpless.

Maybe she could start a business? Didn't that happen in the novels? Forget soaps and candles, she could make an empire out of the fast-food business.

Asher tilted her head.

She had no initial capital, but she could sell her idea... No, she changed her mind, it was a bad idea, in this world without money you are nobody and they can crush you like an ant, besides, being she was so young; it was even more unlikely that they would respect them.

The others could steal all her ideas, torture her, and lock her up until she came up with new ideas.

She let out a sigh and rested her forehead on the table.

What could she do now? Maybe try an astral trip again?

The sound of the front doorbell made her jump.

She looked up expecting to see her uncle, but what she found was a six-foot-tall, stranger staring at her.

A stranger with greenish skin, and bulging, bloodshot eyes staring at her.

Her heart began to beat fast.

Were they thieves? Impossible, she had checked that her uncles closed the door properly before relaxing.

Was he a family acquaintance whose face she didn't remember? Unlikely, and even if it were, someone staring at her was not a good synonym.

Her disgust climbed through her body like a snake that immobilized her and shot her adrenaline.

He was dangerous.

In a matter of seconds, she mentally made several safe paths to escape in an emergency.

The eyes of a dead fish swimming in streams of blood stopped on her face and he gave her a smile with all his yellow, chipped teeth.

"Are you Eleonor? Where are your uncles?"

She thought about Mr. Garzas whom her uncle had told her before, however, she did not respond and stayed in her place.

He continued speaking: "I'm Mr. Garzas and I'm here for an order. Can you call them for me?"

She nodded and went to the counter.

She thought that the quicker she handed him the cake, the quicker he would leave.

She greeted him with great distrust and at her fastest speed she surrounded the display case and from the lower drawers, she grabbed the decorated box.

When she approached him with the box she noticed the mocking look on his face.

Her nervousness, shame, and anger ignited in her like a flame from the core of her. They both knew what was going to happen next.

Asher threw the cake as soon as she felt him take a step into her range of motion. However, it was a step too late and he managed to attack her.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

She tried to defend herself against it without much success.

"You are mute, huh?"

She tried biting him, kicking him in the shin, and shaking him.

As a last resort, she dove down and took advantage of his loss of balance to headbutt him across the nose. Afterward, she got away from him by kicking him.

She ran towards the back door with all her might only to find that it was locked.

A jingle behind her made her turn around in alarm.

The stranger had the keys to the house that she knew so well from the memories of the body's owner.

They were the ones that belonged to her uncle.

'Did he steal the keys or did my uncles give them to him?'

"No matter where you go, you're mine now, little one."

'Shit'.

She ran back and grabbed a chair.

"They forgot to tell me how fierce you were," he said jokingly and approached her at a relaxed pace, "but hey, I guess it's more fun that way."

Without giving him time to continue spouting nonsense out of his mouth, she threw the chair at him and scurried towards her main target.

Instead of facing it, it was wiser to escape.

She took the vase, and threw it against the window, breaking it while she climbed onto the table and gained momentum to jump through it. She didn't think about the consequences of her fall, but as if her body was used to it, she successfully rolled and slid across the mud as she fell without getting hurt. She stood up without delay and continued her race without stopping.

She walked out onto the main street as she heard his footsteps running after her.

She turned the corner as she saw a carriage approaching and her hopes revived.

Maybe they could help her.

She tried to shout or gesture something without success. Desperately, she waved her hands attracting her attention, and pointed behind her. From her clothes, hit marks, and her hair, the others could guess what was happening.

They stopped at the end. She was saved.

"Master Jaeh, she can see us?" asked the coachman ready to receive instructions.

She looked at the window covered by a dark curtain. Her heart almost burst out of her chest and her hands turned cold.

She didn't know why, but something inside her warned her.

She couldn't see it.

Soon long white fingers lifted the corner of the dark curtain and she saw the owner of the carriage.

She was screwed.

Blue eyes like lapis lazuli jewels had a vertical reptilian pupil.

Pale skin with translucent scales, black claws, and a pair of horns curled into his head.

Instinctively a possibility was becoming more real.

Jaeh opened his soft, red lips and a Deja Vu hit her.

A sarcastic smile with fangs sticking out.

Long, silky silver hair.

A disinterested and merciless look for anyone who was not his king.

She had seen him somewhere before.

Each time the feeling was stronger.

She stepped forward, her time was running out. Be it a monster or a demon, she needed to escape. After overcoming this crisis she could solve the next thing that came.

However, he raised a hand to stop her.

"Today I don't have time to play savior."

"..."

"Let's go."

'# $% & / ()' Asher couldn't curse him like she wanted.

The coachman looked at her one last time before whipping the horses to leave.

Yes, horses with wings, but without skin or meat, they only had their bones and blue fire coming out of their skulls and legs.

She fell to the ground from fright.

Everyone was crazy here.

However, before processing the precarious situation she found herself in, a blow to the back of her head made her faint. She had forgotten that she was being chased.

'It's over'. It was the only thing she could think about before giving in to the darkness.