incarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Another gulp, the fifth glass of water down the hatch. Every drop making those fuzzy memories clearer and clearer. A hand came to Jotou's side, offering bread.

Jotou looked to the wrinkly hand. Slowly, Jotou took the food, still having the scent of the oven it was cooked in. Jotou bit into it; maybe the rumbling in Jotou's stomach would finally stop.

Not a crumb fell as Jotou ate it all, before peering right. An old man, light reflecting off his scalp as grey fuzz sided his head. 'Who is this guy...?'

Jotou gulped it down, seeing the man's bloodshot eyes. Stains that wafted alcohol on his clothes. He wordlessly stared at Jotou...

Jotou's eyes averted to peer down the garments of white Jotou wore. Heavier chest grabbing Jotou's attention first. 'I'm... this isn't my... body! What is going on!?'

One by one, Jotou could tell the differences—the dress, the bangs, the long blonde hair caressing the back of her neck, reaching till her back. She reached to scratch at her nape to remove the sensation of hair skimming against it.

The old man stretched a black band between his fingers. He reached his hand towards her...

Jotou faced him, hand moving inch by inch to take what he was offering. Two needles hitting would make more sound in this room than them.

Jotou stretched the band, toying with it. 'Oh... a hair-tie. Should be simple, enough.' Jotou held the blonde hair back tying it together... barely; a messy ponytail.

'Where am I...? Did I...?' It was all fuzzy. A bright white light, then maybe the sound of a horn honking. Metal crashing and then- Jotou was suffocating in a coffin... Jotou's thoughts still sounded, like Jotou.

"An... Anas...tasia?"