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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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265 Chs

Unpleasant

Misha

"This is the best I can do for you. I'm sorry, but there isn't much in the lab for entertainment." Dr. Trevon explains.

Dr. Trevon placed three large binders on the table in front of me.

"What are these?" I ask.

The binders are overflowing with papers of all sizes. I can see this was made a while ago, but they don't look like they have been used recently. The dust has been collected on some of them.

"Some old research materials. This is all Dr. Monroe was willing to let you read. I'm sorry we don't have a TV for you to watch. I know moving your hands isn't easy for you right now. Think of this as part of your rehabilitation." Dr. Trevon smiles.

Well, this is better than nothing. Who knows, I might be able to find something valuable.

"Thanks. I'll do my best." I say as I reach out my feeble hand.