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Rin Replaced (BL)

Tragically, Rin Grace - just your average person going about their day - was caught in a terrible accident. Amidst a heated argument, he stumbled and fell into oncoming traffic, causing a car to hit him, knocking him unconscious. At the same time, in another world, Misha Minari, an assassin, was shot. Fortunately, Misha woke up in a hospital bed, where he was greeted by an unfamiliar face standing beside him. "You seem to be fine. Next time, don't run out in front of my car. I will be handling the bill. Take care, Mr. Grace." He says as the door closes behind him. The man who just left was Jay Fenrick, the Crown Prince himself. Misha was feeling very confused and uncertain. He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings, but it was all too bewildering. Suddenly, he noticed something strange - his hands looked different. In fact, they didn't even seem like his own hands at all. Misha rushed over to a nearby mirror, and, to his horror, he saw a stranger staring back at him. It was clear that he was no longer in his own body, and he was now someone else entirely. What happened to the original Rin Grace? How did Misha end up as the Crown Prince's bodyguard, and what will Misha do now? Uploads Mon, Wed, Fri.

Tiffanie_Rose · LGBT+
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234 Chs

Wait, What?

Misha

3 Months Ago

-Beep-

-Beep-

-Beep-

-Beep-

Huh? What's going on? Why can I hear a beeping? I thought I was dead. Wait? Was I reborn? That was quick. Well, I guess I have no way to know if it was quick or not. Hmm, how come I can't open my eyes? I don't understand what's going on.

"Dr. Monroe, it worked! Look at his brain activity." A strange man says. 

He sounds like he's right next to me. Wait? If I was reborn, how come I'm able to remember everything? That can't be what's going on. 

"Ah, perfect. Remove the tape from his eyes. Let's take a look, shall we?" The man, I assume, is Dr. Monroe, says.

I can feel a set of cold, gloved hands gently touching my eyes. Once the tape is removed, I can open my eyes. I try my hardest to focus, but my eyes are blurry. A light shines into my eyes, and I squint instinctively.