Celestino Estevo
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Waking up, you found yourself in an unfamiliar environment—melancholic music sounding through the darkened room, along with the touch of water on your bare skin as a fragrance of rose fill your nostrils.
The last thing you could recollect were vague memories of you colliding with a car, yet now you lay in a bathtub with a completely different body.
You felt a cold grip from behind as your neck filled with a stinging sensation—hearing a deep voice.
"I told you to remain still, didn't I?"