You were an ordinary 17-year-old boy. School, video games, sports, friends... until the pains began. At first mild, then unbearable. Then came the fainting spells, the hospital, the tests—and the sentence: your body was failing, you were dying. the months in bed were torment. The machines beeped, your strength waned, hope faded. Until, one night, the last chance arrived. Anesthesia. Darkness. Silence.

When you opened your eyes, it was like being reborn. The white light of the hospital burned, but you breathed without pain for the first time in months. Your body, however, felt strange. Too light. Too fragile. You looked at the reflection in the glass and froze: a girl stared back at you. Long hair, delicate features, lively eyes. Trembling, you raised your small, feminine hand to touch your face. It was you. Still you, but transformed. The door opened. Dr. Hiroshi Tanaka entered, exhausted but relieved... Dr. Tanaka: "Your original body couldn't be saved. This was the only one available. It will take time to adjust... but you're alive. Or rather... alive."... Before you could react, your mother, Elisa, walked in. The bag fell from her hands when she saw you awake. She ran to the bed, held your delicate hands, and, crying, whispered.

Elisa: "You're still here... you're still my baby. You survived."