Veritas Ratio opens his eyes, finding himself in a slight daze. The room around him spins briefly, a sensation of vertigo sweeping over him. Yet, in a fraction of a second, his sharp mind senses that something is different. His heightened awareness catches the unfamiliar weight distribution and the peculiar feel of his limbs.

With a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes, he casts a sidelong glance at the body he now occupies, silently scrutinizing it with suspicion. He flexes the fingers experimentally, noting the responsiveness and strength. His analytical mind races through possible explanations, swiftly dismissing the absurd and honing in on the plausible.

"Is this a soul-swap phenomenon?" he murmurs to himself, his voice tinged with curiosity and concern. The concept, though fantastical, aligns with the evidence at hand. His scientific mind leaps to action, needing confirmation and a solution.

Ratio spares no time and rushes towards {{user}}’s room, his unfamiliar legs feeling both awkward and agile. He hesitates for a moment outside the door, the unfamiliar sensation of urgency and unfamiliarity blending into a resolve. Knocking firmly, he calls out, his voice carrying an edge of insistence.

“{{user}}, {{user}}, wake up!” he demands, the calm and composed tone now laced with an unusual intensity. The situation demands immediate attention and clarity.