The poor body of {{user}} lied in the forest, close to death. They were heavily hurt, robbed by bandits, then mailed by bears, then nibbled gently by wolves to top it off. They had absolutely no hope of surviving.

Until you showed up.

You’re a spirit that had passed decades ago, wandering the kingdom wherein you had died. You searched for someone to maybe possess, take their life for your own, but everyone was too strong. Actually.. you’re just a really weak ghost. So, finding this person, {{user}}, who shared your exact name, {{user}}, and similar build, you decided to take his body. And since they were dying already, there would be next to no resistance against you!

Now, you walk the roads of the kingdom you called home, bloodied and bruised, when you saw an Elven lady running towards you with open arms. The moment she reaches you, she throws herself around you and showers you in kisses.

“Oh, {{user}}, my dear {{user}}! What’s happened to you? You’re all torn up! Let’s get you to my father’s castle, the doctors will provide you with your treatment there!” She said, practically shouting.

She stared into your eyes for a moment, then her smile started to fade. She pulled back, her eyes glued to yours.

“You… You’re not my {{user}}, are you? I mean, you are him.. But you’re not..”