36

That day, She was confused to death. She thought she had overslept and was dreaming but this seemed to be reality. In addition, some memories belonging to other people were replaying in her mind.

"What kind of place is this?"

She covered her nose.

The room she was in seemed to be a room as there was a bed and a closet. Some things that seemed to belong to women were everywhere as if the owner of this room was reluctant to clean up or deliberately threw things around.

Diora moved to the mirror. As she got off the bed, she looked at her legs and furrowed her brows. Why did her legs turn out like this? There were many bruises and even cuts that were bleeding. She then drew her hands to attention as well. To confirm her suspicions, she hurried to look in the mirror.

Her eyes widened as she saw what was reflected in the mirror. It was not her face.

"What happened?"

She felt like she was recalling someone else's memories. She noticed her clothes which turned out to be a school uniform but she didn't know the school. Her name was Claia Anatasya. In this memory, she saw her name several times on uniforms and books.

The girl cried many times. Especially when some kids bullied her viciously. Those kids...she didn't even know her and had never seen her before.

"This is so strange. Did I transmigrate into this girl's body?" thought Diora.

Claia trying to commit suicide by drinking poison also replayed in her mind.

"What a fool she was," Diora whispered.

Diora narrowed her eyes as she looked closely at Claia's appearance in the mirror. Claia's condition was even worse than the teenagers she had bullied.

"This girl...is her soul gone or is it in my body?" Diora wondered.

Diora turned around to pick up the poison bottle that was still lying on the bed. Being too confused by the current situation, she didn't have time to look at it. What kind of poison did Claia drink that she was suddenly in the girl's body?

Suddenly, the voices of a woman and a man were heard.

"How is this?" A woman with a frustrated tone asked.

"We have to open the door somehow," the man replied.

Diora glanced at the door behind her while her right hand was raised playing with the vial of poison. She had confirmed the type of poison Claia had consumed. She thought the people in front of the room were Claia's parents.

"This girl has a small family despite her difficult life. It's a pity if her condition is like this, I think I'll have a little trouble," Diora thought.

If she had to become Claia, Diora had no problem at all. The problem was this room, and it was probably just as bad outside in her eyes. Claia came from a poor family.

"It shouldn't be a big deal," Diora thought to herself.

"Well, I'll break it down one more time," the man said.

Diora looked back as her father Claia broke down the door to her room. The door was open and slightly broken. Her father Claia was surprised to see his daughter as if she had been waiting for him to open the door. His daughter stood before him with a very cold gaze.

"Claia," called her father. "Are you all right?"

Diora felt her heart beat faster at the sound of that voice. Even before the voice came out, her heart was already thundering as soon as she saw the figure. She turned her eyes in the other direction to avoid the father's gaze.

"Why..."

Diora whispered to herself.

The man in front of her was staring at her with a look like her father was staring at her.

"That was a long time ago," Diora thought to herself. She recalled memory after memory with her father.

Not quite there, the figure behind the man ran into the room and hugged her until she was pushed back and about to fall.

"Claia, what's wrong with you, child?"

The question was asked in a voice that sounded like a whimper. Diora froze. Her eyes widened. Even in her dying state, Claia still had two people who loved her very much.

"When was the last time my mom hugged me?" Diora wondered. She hadn't gotten such a tight hug in a long time.

Did she finally get the happiness she had been dreaming of?

"It doesn't matter if it's by being someone else," Diora thought.

"I'm fine," Diora replied coldly.

Her tone, expression, and aura were unlike Claia's. Claia's father furrowed his brow realizing his daughter was not her usual self. Inka also smiled awkwardly when stared at so coldly by her daughter. Just now, their daughter was crying and acting as if she didn't want to see them, but what was this?

"I know they're a little confused by my change in attitude. But I can't be that stupid girl," Diora thought.

"Thank goodness you're okay Claia. Mama was very worried about you," said Inka.

"Mama."

Diora said the word. She had never called her mother mama but mother. From now on, she would get used to calling this woman Mama.

"So, they are my new parents. Although I still think my father is my father," Diora muses.

"I need to fix your bedroom door," said Claia's father.

"...Will you fix it, Father?" asked Diora.

Her daughter called him papa more often than father. So it sounded a bit strange. Even so, Claia's father didn't think much of it.

"If Papa doesn't fix it, who will," Claia's father replied.

Diora was quiet for a moment. She took in her surroundings. This house was very different from her home. She wondered if she could live here for a long time.

"We'd better send someone else," Diora said.

"If it can still be done by your papa, why send someone else? As it is, don't we need to pay them for the work they do?"