Episode 2

Camila

Leaving aside the shock of being in the villain's body, I began to take a look at the room where I woke up. The large windows allowed the soft daylight to flood the environment, bathing the walls in warm shades of brown and gold. The space was large, airy, as if it were a refuge from the world. Elegant furniture, in white tones, contrasted with the dark wood of the details, creating a simple and sophisticated harmony. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, their vibrant colors standing out against the soft background. In one corner, soft armchairs beckoned for a moment of rest, and, in the center of the room, the bed. Soft sheets, like clouds, and shaggy fur blankets were carefully folded, inviting to comfort.

The comfort of the place was undeniable, but something inside me, still stunned by the strangeness of the situation, made me question. Even surrounded by so much beauty and elegance, where were the servants? Where was the one who should take care of this perfect environment?

I looked around, seeking answers. No sound, no movement, the house seemed deserted, and the only presence that accompanied me was my own, reflected in the tapestries and the mirror. In the book, it was never described what the villain's life was like, and now I found myself trapped in it, not knowing what to expect. That room seemed to be a place of luxury, but why did I feel so alone?

I decided to leave the room. I didn't know where I was going, but curiosity pulled me. But, as soon as I took my first steps, I realized that something was not right. Just a few minutes of walking and my legs started to hurt as if I hadn't walked for months. Each movement seemed more tiring than the previous one, and I wondered if I was really in shape for this.

The pain made me stop for a moment, and that's when I started to notice the details of the corridor. The walls were decorated with huge paintings, whose golden edges gleamed with the soft light that entered through the windows. I should be rich. Very rich. But the wealth was not limited only to the paintings — the tapestry that covered the floor, the shine in the details of the frames... Everything there exuded a sophistication that I had never imagined for myself.

That's when I saw her.

The maid, or whoever she was, appeared on the corner of the corridor. Her eyes widened as she saw me, and she stood still, as if she had seen a ghost. I looked at her and, honestly, I couldn't help but find the scene funny.

"Seriously? Do I look like a ghost?"

I tried to call her attention, but my voice came out strange, almost muffled, as if it wasn't mine.

"Hey!"

I tried, still with a touch of disbelief in my voice. The maid, however, did not seem willing to listen. Before I could say more, she jumped back and, without thinking twice, started running down the corridor as if she had seen the devil himself.

I stood there, still, trying to process what had just happened. What an exaggeration... I thought, before feeling my vision blurring. The tiredness seemed to have settled in my body all of a sudden, and before I could do anything else, everything around me faded.

I woke up suddenly, my heart racing, my head heavy. For a moment, I stood there, motionless, trying to understand what was happening. Everything seemed so... unreal. Was it just a dream? I thought, still with my eyes half closed. I had imagined that I was trapped in the body of a villain, with those golden, almost white hairs, those blue eyes and that strange feeling of living another life. But now, back in my bed, everything seemed to have been just a vivid nightmare.

I tried to sit up, but tiredness still dominated my body. A strange pain in my legs made me realize that something was not right. I... I should be at home, in my own body, right? But I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed, as if the memories of that experience — or whatever it was — were still haunting me.

That's when I heard a sound nearby, something between sobs and muffled moans. I turned slowly and saw the maid I had seen before, kneeling beside the bed, with her face in her hands, as if she was crying.

"Madam, you finally woke up..." she said, with a choked voice. "I... I thought I had lost you!"

I stood there, in silence, trying to understand. She seemed so real, so... desperate. But, why was she calling me "madam"? It was as if I was in a place I didn't recognize, surrounded by people who treated me so differently.

Before I could question further, the doctor entered the room. He seemed serious, but there was a concern in his eyes when he saw me. He approached the bed and began to examine me carefully, touching my forehead and observing my expression.

"How do you feel?" He asked, his voice soft, but firm.

I took a deep breath and tried to speak, but my throat was dry. It was difficult to focus on my thoughts, but one thing I know, I can't simply say that I'm not me, and that I really shouldn't be here.

"I... I don't know. I'm confused." That's all I could say.

He watched me for a moment, noting something on his clipboard. Then, he looked at me again.

"Do you remember who you are? Where you are?" The doctor asked the question with a gentle, but serious tone.

I tried to remember, looked for some answer, but nothing came to mind in the book did not delve into the life of Camila.

The doctor seemed to notice my anguish and made a grave expression, as if he already knew what was happening.

"I think we have a case of amnesia." He said, calmly. "The trauma and confusion you are feeling indicate that your memory has been affected. It may be temporary, but we will need more time to investigate the situation."

I didn't know if I felt relief or dread. Amnesia... At least I won't have to lie. Well, it seems I'll remain in this body for a while.

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