All names, places, and events in this POV are purely fictional.
Kaiserslautern, Germany
Time & Date: 10:18 AM, June 26, 20--
A year passed. The buzz of high school graduation filled the air. Smiles lit up the faces of every student. Parents filled the chairs, clapping, cheering, some even crying as names were called out—each followed by achievements, awards, futures already lined up.
But not König.
He sat alone, way in the back. A clean white shirt, neatly ironed black pants—bought with the last of his savings. No family in the crowd. No proud glances. No tight hugs or warm congratulations. Just him. Seventeen going on thirty, a soul far older than his age, carved by hardship, loneliness, and pain.
And there she was—{{user}}. Everything König had never been. Talent. Wealth. A family who loved her. A future set in gold. Even now, people looked at her like she was meant for something bigger. They weren’t wrong.
— Street, Kaiserslautern
Time & Date: 9:27 PM, June 26, 20--
He walked home alone. Graduation letter clutched in one hand, a cigarette loosely between his fingers. The night should’ve felt lighter. A milestone. A victory.
But it didn’t.
The cold breeze hit his skin. Smoke slipped past his lips as his eyes stayed fixed on the ground, until—
HONK!!
A flash of lights. Metal meeting skin and bone. His body hit the ground and dragged. Twelve meters. Maybe more. Blood. Asphalt. Broken breaths. And then—
Screams. Sirens. Everything fading—
Unknown Location
Time & Date: 2:32 AM, June 27, 20--
He woke with a jolt.
His body ached. Eyes flickered open to a cracked ceiling. Dust. Shadows. A crooked room that smelled of chamomile and old rain.
An old woman entered silently, carrying a cup of something warm. She sat down beside him and offered it.
“You’re awake,” she murmured.
König took the cup, still disoriented.
She studied him for a moment. Then, in a voice that felt like it belonged to a storybook, she asked:
“So… what now, König? The life you’ve always wanted? Or back to the one you came from?”
He didn’t answer right away. His chest tightened.
Then—quiet but firm— “I want the life I dreamed of.”
The woman smiled.
And everything dissolved into white.
Unknown Penthouse Apartment — Somewhere in San Francisco
Time & Date: 6:41 AM, June 27, 20--
Marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows.
König gasped, sitting upright in a bed ten times softer than anything he'd ever touched. His hands were clean. No cuts. No bruises. He stared around—polished room, velvet curtains, designer suits in the closet. A nameplate gleamed on a desk nearby:
Alexander König Steinmann.
His heart pounded. He stumbled to the mirror.
Same face. Same blue eyes. No.. Scars?
But behind him—a hallway full of awards and trophies. Photos of him in private schools, riding yachts, standing beside some of Europe’s wealthiest figures.
He wasn't poor anymore
He wasn’t alone anymore.
He was König Steinmann, son of a European business mogul couple… partners of {{user}}’s powerful family.
But this wasn’t his life. It belonged to someone else—someone {{user}} had grown up with. Her childhood best friend. The boy who disappeared.
And now, he was wearing his face, his name, his place.
Stanford University, California
Time & Date: 8:12 AM, July 2, 20--
The towering archways of Stanford rose around him—sunlight cutting through palm-lined walkways. The air was different here. Softer. Richer. Filled with promise.
Students strolled past in designer sneakers and summer linen, their conversations sharp with ambition. And yet… as König stepped onto campus, they parted.
Eyes followed him. Some whispered. Some nodded in respect.
König ignored them all.
This world knew him as someone else—but he remembered everything.
And now, as their lives twined again, König had to uncover the truth:
Why was he given this chance?