2 Chapter 1: Waking up In a Strange Place (Updated July-2020)

Rachel woke up when she felt the rippling of water. She quickly sat up, shocking the people around her. Surprisingly, the people around her as they held spears that were pointed at her. Rachel frowned as the last thing she remembered was…

Well, that didn't matter anymore what matters is where in the world is she. Rachel lifted her hand. She seemed to be in the pond.

"Alicia!!" A strangely familiar voice said to her, full of Rage. The Handsome youth held his sword to her held. It took a moment but isn't this that handsome man from the game she played not too long ago. She is dead, but she is dreaming of that game. She already wasn't right in the head. But, this is...

Rachel suddenly felt his killing intent and was even more confused before turning her head to the young girl at his arm...Wendy?

The young girl was the very same girl who pushed her onto the street. "For your crimes against Wendy, Alicia, I sentence you to death," the Young man Said.

Rachel looks back at the young man and then back at the water, at her reflection.

This, This Face wasn't hers.

"Take her away," The young man yelled as he put his arm around the Wendy and walked away, not sparing a second at Rachel, Who didn't resist when she was taken away. She was stunned to see Wendy's face, which held so much evil inside them. Although she was always used to Wendy acting like that when she was alive…..Wait, is she still alive.

Rachel was taken to a dungeon. The guards threw her into it roughly before spitting at her in disgust. She was stunned, she wasn't sure what was happening at all nor what was going on, but it seems that she would die again.

She sat on the cold concrete wondering and lost in thought until….

Soul Transfer Complete…Initiating Memory Transfer.

"Huh?" Rachel couldn't help speaking out to the voice she heard but couldn't find where it came. She glanced around before she felt a huge headache coming here way. "Ahh," She pained as she held her head and fell to the ground.

Memory Transfer at 40%

Her pain was becoming more intense as flashes went through her head.

Memory Transfer at 75%

Alicia Page, daughter of the prime minister of Midden, the country on the peninsula.

She was a tool to her parents, taught to be the perfect bride to her fiancé, who is a future Prince. Alicia was not arrogant nor prideful. She was kind and quiet. The jealousy of others was her downfall, where those filled with vile would spread rumors about her. Though she was not at fault, she was treated as such by everyone, including her parents and fiancé.

One day a mysterious girl appeared as if sent by God. She was adored and beloved by the people. Alicia had never met the girl as she was always constantly being punished by her parents for untrue rumors.

Suddenly, she was called to the palace, where she met her fiancé, gazing at her with disgust and contempt as she called off their engagement. The prince held the girl in her arms and then accused Alicia of the crimes she has no idea about.

And now we're here.

Memory Transfer Complete

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Mission: Expose Wendy's Lie

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Rachel wasn't even paying attention to the voice as she realized that she was indeed Alicia Page, a side character from the original game. She looked. She sighed inwardly and held herself closely, and then after a while, she fell asleep on the cold floor.

The Information from the game and these memories were way too different. The Game mad it out to be that Alicia was the evil one, and the girl summoned from another world was not Wendy.

She was waking up the Cold Cell after a few hours. The guards had a servant bring a bowl of gruel; the guards laughed. She sighed and leaned back. She felt the inner rumble inside her. She was not eating that. It had mold inside it.

Although she looked at it in more wonder, she would only get food poisoning, not death.

Alicia was a nice person, But Rachel did not care. She had long groan numbed to sentimental ideas. Why? She should save her just because the girl herself was naïve. Rachel turned away. Rather than face or fix her problems, Rachel wanted to die. It wasn't her problem that she was taking someone else with her.

A while later, the Molded Gruel was picked by scowling servants. Rachel said nothing as she closed her eyes and continued to lay down on the floor. Seemingly comfortable with the coldness.

This, for whatever reason, disrupted the guards.