Another World

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*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

A painful hammering sound woke me up, along with an equally loud and annoying voice.

"Hey, wake up! The Baron family are waiting for their breakfast!"

I rolled over my bed. Who could that be and what were they doing in my apartment?

I groaned as I covered my eyes to block the sunlight from above me.

Wait...sunlight...above me?

I immediately opened my eyes. I only had one window in my loft apartment and it was in the kitchen/lounge area, nowhere near my bed.

"Where the am I?"

I sat up from the bed and noticed that the bedding, my clothes, the room—nothing was mine.

The most unsettling part was the curly black hair that was bouncing off my shoulders. I jumped off the bed, too shocked to even let out a single sound.

"There is no. Freaking. Way." I examined my body and then the room for a mirror but found none. The room was small and simple— there was just a bed, a tiny desk, a wardrobe, and then the window above. I had no means of checking my reflection.

The only thing that did reassure me was the brown skin on my arms and legs. I sighed and touched my hair. It was unnaturally long and even though it was still curly, it wasn't as curly as my normal hair. It reached the middle of my back.

"Did I transmigrate? Am I experiencing this right now?" I thought back to the dream I had last night. There was no other explanation. My heart was racing for multiple reasons but I didn't have time to digest the situation because the banging on the door only got worse.

I opened the door and I saw a woman in a maid's outfit. She had brown eyes with dark brown, shorter hair. Right now, she had a frown on her face, along with a clenched jaw. She looked at me with so much contempt.

'Bonny—a Personal maid for the Baroness and head maid of the Clark Baron family.' A voice, my voice said to me in my head.

Oh, was this something like an information system?

Are you the owner of this body? I tried to ask the same voice in my head but got no reply.

...Okay. We'll figure that out later.

"Are you listening to me?!" Bonny shouted at me.

My eyes widened for a moment. Shoot, she was talking to me. I completely tuned her out.

"Uhm, sorry. Could you repeat what you said?" I tried my luck, which was futile because I seemed to have angered her even more. She made a move to grab my hair.

"Ah!" I cried out as she pulled at my hair. What was she doing? The moment I cried out she seemed to grin. I glared at her. I swear if she doesn't let me go—

"What are you two doing?" A voice interrupted my thoughts and Bonny paused as we turned to look at who had spoken.

'Clide—Butler' the same voice said again. Were these information or memory recaps? Because a few memories flashed in my head when I saw his face. In my memories, it was the same guy who had dirty blond hair and dark-colored eyes. But none of the memories this body had of him were positive. It just felt like every time I'd interact with him I'd get into trouble.

"S-she started it. She kept refusing to go help and even began attacking me." Bonny let go of me instinctively and even let out a few tears.

I opened my mouth in complete shock. I was the one who was meant to be crying crocodile tears, not her!