Prologue

Dark. Cold. Silent.

It felt like I was sinking into nothingness. My body was weightless, as if I no longer existed. I couldn’t feel anything—not pain, not warmth, not even the faintest breath of air.

Was this what death felt like?

I still had so many things I wanted to do. So many dreams I hadn’t achieved. But now, all of it was gone. I had no second chance.

Or so I thought.

Until I woke up.

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When I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong.

This wasn’t my room. The ceiling was cracked, with water dripping from a broken pipe. The bed beneath me was thin and hard, nothing like the soft mattress I was used to. The air smelled of dust, damp wood, and something rotten.

Panic crawled up my throat.

I forced myself to sit up, but my body felt unbearably weak. My arms—thin and frail. My hands—small and bony.

These… aren’t my hands.

I touched my face, my fingers brushing against sharp cheekbones and soft, unfamiliar skin. My breathing quickened as I stood up and ran toward a small, dusty mirror in the corner.

The moment I saw my reflection, my heart dropped.

This isn’t me.

The face staring back at me was not mine.

Then suddenly—

A sharp, splitting pain struck my skull, like someone was forcing memories into my mind. A rush of images flashed before me, overwhelming and suffocating.

A little girl, crying from hunger, hiding in the dark.

A teenage girl, too scared to leave her room, afraid of the cruel words and laughter that followed her everywhere.

A young woman, desperate for love, for kindness—for anything.

Clarisse.

That was her name.

And now… I was her.

I clutched my head, gasping for breath as the realization sank in. I had died. But for some reason, I had woken up in someone else’s body. Someone weak. Someone neglected.

Someone who never fought back.

And at that moment, a new feeling bloomed inside me—

Rage.

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Clarisse was weak.

She endured hunger, cruelty, and loneliness. She never fought back. She never spoke up. She never resisted.

But me?

I’m not her.

The old Clarisse is gone. The girl they used to push around? The girl they ignored? She no longer exists.

They think they can still treat me like nothing.

They think I will stay silent, stay obedient.

They think I will break under their cruelty.

They’re wrong.

From now on, they will no longer recognize the girl they once abandoned.

I don’t need their love.

I don’t need their kindness.

But I will make sure they regret underestimating me.

I will rise.

And I will make sure they never look down on me again.

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