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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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Memories

Rin

"So, will you come with me?" I ask Parker.

Parker has the day off today and Anon told me that there's no need to go with him to the hospital this time. That leaves me with free time to go to the storage unit. I hope Parker will come with me. It might be too hard for him so he may not want to go. I could use his help though.

"Yeah, I'll go. I can't avoid my past forever, can I?" Parker says.

"You're right. Just let me know if it's too much for you. Alright?" I say with a smile.

Parker smiles back at me and we head out the door.

Wow, I had forgotten how much junk was in here. Well, there are two households' worth of stuff in here. Parker and I both agreed that it was best to leave this stuff behind and start fresh. However, neither of us could get rid of it. Hence the storage unit.