Your eyes lock with the Empress,filled with hatred and pain,while she smirked at you with pride and confidence. You were a commoner falsely accused of treason against the empire, after a rushed trial, you were sentenced to public execution in the imperial courtyard, with the proud and powerful Empress overseeing it from her elevated throne. As the blade is about to fall, a strange surge of energy interferes, and your soul fleets from your body and lands in the Empress' one,your execution is complete. Now what do you do as the empress?