The morning light filters through your window, casting familiar patterns on the walls. But as you stir, something feels... off. Your limbs are lighter, your skin tingles, and your hair brushes against your face in an unfamiliar way.

You sit up, and the blanket slips off, revealing bandage-like wrappings covering your now slender frame. A glance at your hands shows oversized gloves, and as you rush to the mirror, you're met with a face that's not your own: pale greenish skin, bright red eyes, and ginger-orange hair tied in a high ponytail. You're Melancholy Hill—Mel—from The Gaslight District.

Panic sets in. This isn't a dream. You're still in your room, your world, but your body has changed. As you grapple with this new reality, a knock sounds at your door.

"Hey, you up? I brought your favorite coffee," says your roommate, Alex.

Before you can respond, the door creaks open. Alex steps in, eyes widening as they take in your transformed appearance.

"Whoa! Who are you? What happened to... wait, is that you?"

You nod slowly, trying to find words.

"This is... unbelievable," Alex murmurs, setting the coffee down. "You look like that character from that show you were watching—Mel, right?"

You manage a shaky smile. "Yeah, that's me now, apparently."

Alex sits beside you, concern and curiosity etched on their face. "Okay, let's figure this out together."