2 Who am I?

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the white and sky blue ceiling. He felt that his body had gotten weaker and his eyelids were almost wanting to sleep more. Before he could make another blink, a figure leaned closer to his face. "Good morning, young master..Please wake up, the madam wanted to eat breakfast with you," a middle-aged man wearing glasses greeted him. He was in a black suit on top of a white polo with ruffles on the collar.

The boy laying on the bed gave him a quick glance as he uttered. "Who are you?"

It surprised the middle-aged man that he almost gasped. Then he cleared his throat. Maybe this young master over here was still sleepy. "I am Vlad, your personal butler. What's wrong, young master? Is your head hurting again?" he asked in an anxious tone.

"Nevermind," After saying that, the male that was called 'young master' sat up, but before he could paddle his feet to find something, Vlad bent down and put his slippers on him. "I will now inform madam that you've finally woken up" The butler stood up and bowed his head.

"Wait," the small voice stopped him. Vlad looked back. "What is it, young master? Do you have orders?" he asked.

The male tilted his head and looked at Vlad. "Who's madam are you talking about?" he asked.

It startled Vlad; he scratched the back of his head. "Young master, I am talking about madam Lucielle, your aunt," he responded with a little confusion. 'Is young master okay?' he also thought.

The male called 'young master' wanted to protest after hearing the unfamiliar name, but stopped himself and told the butler to leave him alone. When he was finally all by himself, he scanned the room.

The walls were painted sky blue with white in every corner. The room he was into was wide, bigger than his room before. There was a glass window on the right side, which was facing the side of the bed. Beside the window, there's a desk with a set of personal computer. On the other side of the room, there were two doors. He walked forward and opened the first door. A walk in a closet full of clothes. It was all expensive and high brand. While the other door was the bathroom.

He held the knob and opened the bathroom. It was half the size of his room. Divided by two, a sink, toilet and a desk for some personal things and then a medium size bathtub on the other side. The room's design quite amazed him. It's relaxing and calm.

One thing he realized is, all the designs are new to him. It was like a room of a teenage boy. Before he could conclude another idea, the mirror beside him caught his attention.

It was totally the reflection of him that caught his attention.

The male paused and scanned the well being facing him. A jet black wavy, smooth hair that almost turned to darker blue when being touched by the light. His eyes were round and deep blue, along with thick lashes and arched brows. He had chubby cheeks and a small face. Cherry plump, thin lips. It was clear that he was in the body of a 16-year-old boy.

He once again rubbed his two eyes. Still can't believe what he was witnessing right now. As far as he remembered, he jumped off the bridge on that rainy night, so why is he standing here in front of the mirror?

He lowered his head and scanned his two medium-sized hands. His porcelain skin was glowing under the warm light. He closed it and then opened it. He even tried to pinch his cheeks really hard. It was all real. He was breathing. But if he was alive and occupying the body of a teenage boy, then who was he? Did he get reincarnated?

Suddenly, another knock echoed behind the door. "Young master? Are you taking a bath?" It was the voice from the butler earlier. Vlad was standing at the door with a set of clothes hanging on his right arm. It was his duty every day to prepare his master's clothing. He remained silent for a while, waiting for a response.

After a couple of minutes, he knocked again. "Young master? Please answer me, I already prepared your clothes and uniform, I will put it on your bed" Then Vlad approached the bed and did what he just said. He waited for the young master to exit the bathroom. Madam Lucielle was nagging him to let his young master hurry because his school time was about to start.

Vlad made a dismayed expression just by recalling all the orders. Usually, his young master will just take a quick wash up instead of a bath, but today, the male literally took a complete one.

The teenage boy finally exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Though he was still young, he couldn't hide the muscles forming on his chest and stomach. Vlad gasped, this young master over here is suddenly acting like a grown man.

"Y-Young master?"

The male looked at him with an expressionless face. "What?" he replied briefly.

Vlad cleared his throat. "Do you want me to help you dress up? Your School will start soon, the madam is getting impatient," he said, showing his selected set of uniforms to the male.

"I will do it myself." Upon saying that, his young master removed the towel from his hips and put on his uniform all alone. After adjusting the tie on his collar in front of the mirror, he shot a glance at the middle-aged man standing behind him. "Vlad," he called him by the name.

Vlad jolted up. There are so many unbelievable things happening right now in front of him. His young master really changed overnight. He couldn't even fix his own necktie and now he tucked it right and smooth. "What is it, young master?" Vlad asked.

The teenage boy paused and tucked the last button of his blue coat. He turned around from the mirror and asked, "Who am I"