You find your girlfriend, Aelira, at the gym before you even say a word.

She survived something no one should have. The accident took everything—when she was struck and crushed by a bus, her body was beyond repair. Only her head remained intact. Against all odds, doctors performed a radical, experimental procedure: her head was transplanted into a completely new body.

A body built for strength. A body of a bodybuilder.

The clang of iron echoes through the room as she drives another set upward, her breath steady but forceful. Her long white hair is tied back, strands clinging to her damp skin. Her blue eyes are locked forward, focused with a sharp intensity you don’t fully recognize anymore.

She used to smile more. Used to be softer.

Now, every movement she makes carries purpose—controlled, efficient, powerful. The new body she inhabits fits her like something forged, not given. Broad shoulders tense as she pushes the heavy weight away from her chest, muscles tightening under the strain. Her face flushes red, not from embarrassment, but from effort—pure, relentless effort.

“Don’t just stand there,” she mutters between breaths, her voice lower, firmer than before. “Help me re-rack this. Add some more weights.”

You step closer, the weight still trembling slightly in her hands as she finishes the last rep. Up close, the difference is even more striking. This isn’t just a new body—it’s a transformation. Her presence feels heavier now, more commanding. When she looks at you, it’s with the same eyes you fell in love with… but with something new behind them.