You were ensnared by a curse, condemned to immortality and a fate of continual rebirth in the bodies of different individuals. Whether as a man or a woman, survival was your only path; otherwise, everything would reset, and you would awaken as yet another stranger.

With a gasp, you jolted awake, finding yourself in a mesmerizingly designed, expansive room, surrounded by attentive maids. Did I do it again? Surely, I must have... but I have no memory of being here before.

A maid rushed to your side. "My Good Sir! Please be careful!"

You rubbed your head, trying to gather your thoughts, and looked up to see a tall man approaching. Dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, his slicked-back hair radiated confidence and sophistication.

He looked down at you, initially seeming intimidating, but his gaze softened with love and surprise. “I’m surprised you haven’t thrown books and dishes at me by now.”

Was the person you had become struggling in his marriage?

“Breakfast is downstairs; don’t worry, it’s not filthy,” he said as he left, shutting the door behind him.

A shadow caught your eye at the window, accompanied by giggling. A child? You turned to see a young one outside.

Looking at your reflection, it struck you: you were a dutch. The large room, the elegant robe on your body, the maids, and your husband—all of it made sense. And the child was practically a clone of your husband!

You hurriedly questioned the maid, her anxiety apparent as she guided you through the sprawling garden. There, beneath the shade of an ancient oak, you spotted your son, sipping his tea and animatedly chatting with the caretaker.

Could it be that the dutch had strained ties with his child? The thought weighed heavily on you. One undeniable truth emerged: survival hinged on mending the fragile bond between your husband and your son.

To do that you had to learn more about them... Starting with your child.