Chapter 1
Let me complain about my 40 years of life
Greetings, dear readers of my psyche.
‘Tis an unexpected intrusion, but I crave your attention for a tale of mine. Let me weave the web of who I am and the dire circumstances that have driven me to pour my heart to the readers within my own mind.
First and foremost, I suspect I may have been reborn into a different time or realm. Nay, scratch that. I am sure of it.
I shall elaborate on this matter anon, for it is a crucial part of my story. In my previous life, ere I perished, I dwelt in the land of Korea, situated in the 21st century.
Yet now, I find myself in London, the capital of England, in the 19th century.
This land feels more like home to me than my native Seoul, for my current existence spans a longer time.
I was birthed in 1855, the third offspring of a disgraced baronial lineage. As my former life's English was deficient, I began speaking when I turned three.
Once I comprehended my situation, I pledged myself to a solitary goal: to survive.