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Completely emptiness? I'm aware, why? I don't know any reasons why I'm in such a void place. Remember self why you got here.

Open your eyes, I can't. Move your arms, failed. One finger? Why I don't have a body? Where am I?

My soul only was my awakened consciousness left. I can think but of course, no brain to function so I don't remember any specific details regarding my past life. I can talk to myself yet no vocal cords, seriously how I am supposed to get help? Additionally, I can't feel anything, no colors, no smells, or even feel of hotness and coldness.

Now I'm sure, totally hundred percent— I'm dead and was sleep for a long time, maybe long as millennials as I was thought.

Honestly, I gained my full consciousness recently a moment ago however, I haven't enough to do a single thing in such a bodiless state. Executing possible plans. I'm stuck but feeling great just as if my whole floating likely bubble.

This was better for me naturally waiting for my next life. I'm glad that I haven't experienced such a scary hell and purgatory. Imagine perishing under increasing intense heat eternally. Scary isn't it?

Ha! I'm thoughtless, for a person who killed herself... eh? I barely remember now the exact reason, unforgivable sin. Sorry, my physical body for an incompetent soul I am. Just wonder, if I'm mentally stable for thousands of years waiting for a new body.

I can't wait for that long honestly.

Yes, blurry memories come. Thank you for come back!.

For the start, I'm born in a pseudo-hell world. Ahh, its hurt to accept such harsh predicaments, I can't express these feelings with a vocabulary I got from my origin. Just a word described my life from blurry memories —miserable.

I knew now what I am kind of soul from the past life. Thankfully for almighty being for a gift with intact memories and knowledge. But seriously, so unfair to born merciless as if disposable prop like that, nothing my whole life with emptiness to compared with.

It was an unacceptable consequence, hopeless to complain right now.

Miserable life for a girl perceiving hurtfulness, unfairness, and treated like trash by people around experiences.

Abusive parents of mine. I'm dumb broken at that time. How much to call that a life without a taste of pleasure? Level of agony enough reason to kill self. How sad to think and say— I think its better than not existed and born in the first place.

To put it bluntly, for a whole time, I do my best with what I got for nothing. Shameless for me but satisfied if it's cruel some destiny in the start or just unlucky.

I remember now generally but not specifically. Knowing what kind of parents I have that time but somehow unclear forgot their names and the bad ways they treated me. My name, hobbies, and favorites were excluded.

Wait... there's something good thing. Good memories? One page after another.

To summarize, for the time being, one day after my low to nothing work. A loving family came, unlike my family, lovable, I'm envious to them.

Questions like... What if I was born in that family? Can I make a good family like them? Notice me? Can I become part of your family? Funny wishes but I was happy just dreaming.

A meanwhile I looked at them with blurry images. New neighbor. I noticed someone boy maybe the same age as me, look at my direction and sometimes advert his gaze when I turn to him.

So blurry, I can't figure his face but I felt his expression of grief, or surely he was disgust at my appearance?

A few days after, somebody visits our worn-out house— my dreamed family. I was wonder if those smiles are true. Smiles look natural and casual thing.

The first joy flow within the embodiment of myself. How great those times we've talked without problems even they allow such ugly in their lovely house. Also, their son, whom I was got close to.

Fortunately, alike myself become pseudo-part of their family, breeze of heavens. In those times, I can't express how jubilant I was. Since a child, I have realized the harsh reality, mental faculties disappear gradually or to say simply that I am— insensible person.

But that change in the flow of the river.

How pleased to savor the pleasant memories, anyone likes that nature isn't it?.

That was my first and the only friend gives me pleasant bondings, makes me laughter and guffaw. Sometimes he taught me many things because I'm not educated.

There are no excuses to bother me after work.

Eventually at the point that I fall to him. Feels sorry that I killed myself and left him behind. Out of horizon.

So shame incapable control the stability, emotions frightened to accept such complicated feelings yet thinking as if its an illusion or a dream. Don't know if it is like that on time, I feel is true.

Lastly, accepted as a member of the family and planned to adopt me but failed.

That's where it stopped when they were violently warned by my troublemaker father. Enough to desist being beside me, those bondings although that's the last happy memories I got and somebody interrupted me.

Until to the point, they jailed their daughter ruthlessness in her room. Closed-door and windows, all means to not let me get outside. So what's the matter to do so?

I remembered those days, sometimes I have gotten mentally deranged, especially as manifested in a wild or aggressive inhumane demeanor. Rather say I'm broken.

Apparently, not to extent that I lost all my temperament.

But before might things worse happens, because I can't handle mental strain it for a long, I promised to myself.

Promised to find the real happiness that I desperately enough, in my next life. And make a fulfilling life.

I wonder...

After a while, I gave out all I got since I know the harsh reality. Hurts, anguishes, and tears all night long and tainted my hand by my blood that I don't know what way I suicide.

Deeply sorry leaving such a dreamed family...

That was the end of the miserable.

In a way to feel it, yes a cruel destiny but has nothing to do with me, so I forgot all those without regrets and move on from now.

Lets back from a mostly impossible situation.

How many years it's been was I here? What I have right now is my soul without the body and five senses so, I can't get any help.

My conclusions are, my memories are based on how my heart-soul beats like something a core. No markings so as a matter of fact, I was remembered memories but not specific and detailed. Only common knowledge and experiences are what something to do with my memories now. Besides vocabulary, why I can grasp to myself? Names and other identifications are excluded.

Imagine only heart I have and brain discarded. Psychologically says, the heart remembers the essence. I don't know who said that and the meaning behind it. And why I retain such a phrase?

How pity I was. Foolish talking to myself to preserve somehow my sanity but what was supposed to do in a boring state?

Now waiting for almost a year after I regain my consciousness. How long I must wait for my God? New life please... presumptuously it takes less than a year to born a baby right? or maybe dead again kinda unformed zygote...

For a moment after I said those complaints, I'm feeling cold in my surroundings and little hunger?.

But why like this? I'm suffering, sensing heavy body and wait... I have a new body and it means a new life!

I didn't notice for a time being and a meanwhile heard some voice, a girl's voice so it's true! Hope that I reincarnate as a human, not an animal nor plant.

But why she need help?

「 ... frail ... weak, help ... 」

「 I can't ... take ... any longer, Mother ... Father ... sorry ... 」

「 ... help ... I'm ... hungry ... 」

She needs help but how?, I can hear and feel hunger the same so I'll try, give it all and to talk to her...

「 Ahm ... How can I help you? 」

Unresponsive. Maybe she can't hear me.

「 ... Good grief ... gratitude ... I'm at the limit ... so before I left ... possess my body ... please ... take it in my place. I'm ... weak ... please fulfill ... my wish ... 」

「 ... ? 」

「 Take care my love ones ... grati .. tude ... good ... bye ... 」

「 Ah eh e ... wh Wha what? What I can do? Possess my body? Na Na Nah Nah so I'm now beside you and was taking your place ... I don't know what you mean but ... I'll give my best to fulfill that wish ... promise 」

「 Apologies, for such ... weak body ... I know ... you have the answer ... and you can. Gratitude again ... and ... goodbye ... we ... will ... meet .. again ... 」

「 Goodbye... I'll wait for you... 」

I'm puzzled at this strange situation. Then I'll reincarnate over the corpse of a girl? or maybe not.

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Griego Residence

September 07, 3210 G.E

11:43 AM

I know the feeling of giving up, even you do your best. She suffered and cherish her parents a lot. We both in the same footing. But the current situation...

Mouu... how can I live over a cold dead body? Helplessly possessed it right now and I feel the beats of a warm heart. Mostly inert, one beat per two seconds, and aware that maybe I'll die too.

She never gives up and knows that someone will come in her position. As I comprehend the situation right now, I knew this burden she persists for long, estimated one or two months.

She past away and we'll meet again. Maybe reincarnate as a newborn baby.

My body is so frail, powerless, heavy, and intense hunger. Likely next to die.

No... I must fulfill my promise to her.

Low heartbeats, famish and feeble, nothing to complain but the question is, how I supposed to pass these body-concern predicaments.

A few hours past, I can't open my eye freely. And somebody murmurs beside me with two or three different voices, a girl and old man? crying? Sharp ears, please. I can't hear them.

「 Sorry Uncle and Auntie, she's pass away... 」—girl?

Huh? You have a point, she's already dead.

I hear woman's cries, I felt that she holds my cold left hand and gentle warm hands. Mourning, together this man maybe her Father. And the girl on my right side, cry out. I wonder if my parents feel that their daughter died. I figure that disgust faces... so envious.

「 I can't! aahhh ahhh ahhh!! My daughter! ahh! ahhh!! ahh!!! 」

「 ahh! ahh!! arghhh!! my daughter... please... wake up... uhh uhh... 」

「 I already check her vital sign. And its been half hours, no sign of pulse... 」

「 Agh! argh!! arghh!!! 」

What a tense scream of sorrow. I feel sorry for her mother. She loves so much, I know is painful to bear, if I were in that position, I can't imagine myself losing my daughter.

Her mother's lifetime isn't enough to forget such heartache.

They crying incessantly for moments ago. Mouu... what I suppose to do? is there no other way even to move one finger a slight?

No... no... no... I can't do such an impudent manner to break the moment of farewell to their daughter and a sister. Then I suppose to wait until these tense calm down.

No... no... no... How long I wait, then when? If I were buried or cremated? no... no... no... I hate horrible ways like that.

Make a possible plan hurry... even this physical brain, functioning slow! how unfortunate.

「 ... Is it time now to cremate her? 」—girl

「 Just wait a little longer 」—father

「 Argghh!! argh!! arghh!! uhh uhh... 」—mother

No... I'm in a worst-case scenario. Burn me alive?. I seriously refuse!

Okay, calm yourself. Consume mostly all energy I got just to open my eyes and possibly speak to them with a word.

What word it will be? Clue, clue, clue come to me please... blood? yes, blood but why, well I can't think any more words possible, so I put all I got to this.

I successfully opened my eyes and I see the only polished wooden ceiling. As expected, I'm bedridden.

Turn my gaze to left but I can't move, a couple full of tears in their gloomy faces and stared at me and to the right side, a maiden in red, agape and collapse for a second, trembled. Is there a ghost beside me?

「 Blood... 」

「 ??? 」

「 Blood... 」

Coerced me by repeating the word with a bit of physical energy. Hoping someone in this room gets the idea.

I'm done in this malaise. I wanna drink something, to reckon somehow my situation and that is blood.

Whole-body freezes, feeling likely covered by an iceberg in total zero.

Without pardon, my blood and throat dry also with this coldness. But, so weird that I'm feeling normal with kinda low body temperature, set aside hunger.

They completely silenced, no response or signs and they gaped a little while looked at me like they saw a miracle bestowed in their front. I cannot deny their opinions, and someone who rose from the dead is a scary thing.

So now in this matter, they frightened, besides, that I said a creepy unexpected word— blood.

Sorry, I'm doing my best though and nothing happens so I can't fulfill your wish. Again, sorry.

Somehow, they back to their senses. And turn my look again to this girl. Is she my sister? or maybe an acquaintance of that 'girl' whom I promised. She left the room without leaving an excuse.

「 Apologies Uncle, Auntie. I'm leaving 」

「 Thank you Margarita-chan for all you've done 」

「 ...Eeh no...stop please raise your head Uncle. There's nothing I do for my sister 」

「 Margarita-chan, me and my lovely husband, grateful to have you in the family, please stay with us. 」

「 Ahm, it is my responsibility to check her, so I take a leave. 」

A shy type girl when it comes to praising her. She calls my new parents as Uncle and Auntie and if I'm right to my conclusion as they talk... she's my adoptive sister.

For what supposedly she think about me? I think the cremation plan for me will put to an end. I feel comfortable with her so she's not a bad sister.

But give me blood, I'm begging you Father, Mother...

「 Blood... 」

They stopped again for a moment. Mouu I'll be dead next. I still have left a tiny bit of energy to sustain my consciousness for a couple of minutes. Are they scared of me?.

「 Drink... blood... believe... me... hurry... 」

And back once again in their senses. My new father, maybe age between 40-50 and having body showing his vigor. His expression suddenly changes into full determination and enthusiasm. Strengthened up his resolve for an unknown reason and left me.

「 Certainly. I'll give one cup of my blood. If it's for you, I'll take any risks without hesitation... 」

How lucky she is to have a kind and brave-spirited father who cherished her at most. Doing anything for the sake of his daughter before himself.

「 Hang in there just wait for seconds... 」

He left the room and running at high speed. So loud footsteps Father...

「 ...Thanks... 」

Seriously, that's the meaning of sacrifice, mouu how lucky she is true.

Hmmm, Mother?

「 ...Mother... 」

She praying solemnly for me hmmm...

「 We offering our prayers and thanksgiving to the Creators... 」

Regarding 'Creators' whom you believe in, the truth is— your real daughter is passed away. I know its painful but how can I explain? Think abstractedly, I'll be discarded once they knew that truth.

Not for now, I don't intend to keep that forever because they have the right to know regarding their daughter.

「 My lovely daughter... 」

Her mother was exquisite beauty, her fair skin perfect with formal fantasy-like clothes being worn and a perfect combination of black and purple. Maybe the same age as her husband.

I love Mother's lively expression.

「 here... 」

She opens my inert mouth muscles and drinks something tasteless liquid.

「 Mumumm... 」

Miraculous! I feel the energy flows in my nerves throughout my entire body. Like water mixed with red flour, tasteless but great!

Regaining strength, I can control now my entire body freely, knees, elbows... Did I drink for half of the cup and Mother pour the remaining into vial?

And then I pinched my cheeks with both hands. Next, sat under my futon from being bedridden and stretched out.

�� Ahh, I'm glad. 」

I said cheerfully while facing my new parents. And...

They suddenly hug me. So warm, is this loveable family I wanted for an eternal time? Ahh, warm love...

Why Father had a tail in his back? And black tattoo at Mother's chest?...

「 Dear, this is the first time we saw our daughter lively! We blessed by heavens! 」

「 True, if my blood is her strength... I don't mind even if one drop of my blood remains. If it's for Hanaka, I'm gladly doing it as her father. 」

「 Certainly not Father... I can't accept that and the animal's blood can be alternative, Right?」

Na Naah Nah wait, Hanaka? how do they know my real name? Arghh my head hurts, unknown images pop out inside, and it's really painful...

「 Arghh... 」

My skull gonna break!

「 Hanaka! Hanaka! dear our daughter... 」

「 I'll call Margarita-chan immediately!... 」

Again, he runs with loud footsteps.

「 My apologies... argh.. 」

Sudden images, flashback memories of her emerging memories into one arghh...Fused with our souls? no impossible. And something my personhood altered arghh.

The only way to numb little the pain is to rub and knead my headache. I lied again and trying to sleep. This will gonna fade away later.

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Wallop Village

September 10, 3210

3: 01 PM

Finally and thankfully, my headache subdue. Its been three days being bedridden. I taste one drop of blood in the vial for the day.

Drinking blood isn't enough to make me in a fully good situation. Its great help but it can only subdue my hunger and move not more than normal with this frail body.

As I have been training myself until now, my stomach didn't satisfied with blood.

Hanaka's lifelong dream, I am not the only one, I know all at once from her birth until she's gone. I have been monitoring and finding out, not only of her life but of knowledge in this world.

I think I was getting wiser two to three times because I lacked education in the world of origin.

And now I'm going to change myself, promise Hanaka, I won't disappoint you for what you gave me.

I stand and face the long oblique mirror next to the cabinet at the right of the bed. I looked at myself, head to toe, front, and back. I can't believe in my reflection! She looks pretty good even though she looks half-dead, ah yes, that's me haha. This is what I am, a very strange creature. In this way, I look lifeless.

Yosh! I'll groom myself, walk around each corner of our house and see the whole village with my own eyes.

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