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  Trying to understand the rge amount of information being squeezed into my skull has me gasping in pain as I sit on the stiff bed, I dont exactly remember who I am but I do know who this body belongs to.

  Looking down at my emaciated bandaged body I can be sure who this person is, according to those memories anyway. Anna Hukito, daughter of the tech trillionaire family 'Hukito GDT'. Anna arrived in the dormitory of the prestigious Valeria Arts Academy a couple days prior, her memories are extremely fragmented as to what actually happened but I assume these bandages have something to do with it? Maybe she was terminally ill or maybe she had some type of skin disease that needed this amount of skin coverage and ointment. The smell coming from this room is burning my nose everytime I breath. So who am I? As I am pondering I keep the scratching sound I hear to the back of my mind but a sharp sensation snaps me back to focus.

  I look down and panic wracks my entire body as a bloody scene on my right thigh greets me. Stopping my right hand from scratching I notice the flesh stuck under my nails and let out an involuntary "awhn?". I freeze. What was that?

  This whole time while I was thinking my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and the worst part? I can't bring myself to dislike the horrible stinging sensation coming from my pale torn skin. The horrible shooting pain coming from my trembling leg shoots an electric sensation up my spine and I struggle not to gasp.

  *SLAP*

  A burning, bubbling sensation comes from my cheek after I spped it hard enough to rock my head to the left. Snapping out of my stupor my body automatically reaches for the bandages and medicinal supplies on the nightstand next to the bed.

  A prickling feeling appears as new memories start to appear in my mind, countless memories of this body bandaging itself while letting out whimpers freeze my body. "This... this girl..", I watch as my hand wanders down to wrest over the torn skin and the slight air that kisses the wound makes my entire being tremble in.. pleasure?

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  Wearing the uniform that seems to cover the majority of my small frame I am walking around trying to take my mind away from what just happened. Luckily the uniform covers my arms entirely and doesn't allow for any skin other than my hands or face and neck to show. As I am overthinking about the situation I have fallen into, my mind stops as I hit a solid. wall?

  Looking up I notice a blonde haired girl that slightly towers over me, her face had an imediate trace of disgust as she turned around but then seemingly went bnk as she looked at me. Not wanting to make any enemies on my first day I mutter a small "s-sorry" and walk around quickly to find my way to the entrance hall.

  Quickly forgetting the person I ran into by accident I take the surroundings in for the first time, a cobble brick road expands as far as I can see with lush green trees surrounded by their pnter prisons dotting the smooth sidewalks. Medieval style architecture is present on every single building, arches that look to have been painstackingly sculpted followed by old fashioned wooden double doors adorning the front of every building.

  Instead of trying to navigate this never ending road I just decided to follow where the majority of the students are heading to.

  As I am walking and trying to blend into the crowd I notice most people seem to keep a distance from me and look at me in disgust. Not getting to caught up in the feelings coming from my teenage girls body I push it to the back of my mind as I try to focus on what I should do to blend in with my bodies personality properly.

  A faint whisper 'she stinks' forces me to look over and I see a group of bnd faced girls walking beside me while snickering. My hand unconsciously grips the bde of the small knife in my pocket that I brought just in case as the sharp stinging quickly forces me to quicken my walking pace and try calm this body down.

  Finally, up ahead there is a rge outdoor theater looking building with alot of students already sat down on the benches facing a wooden floor stage. Not thinking for too long I take my seat in an empty area and wait for something to start, after waiting for around 10 minutes the seats around me seem to be vacant with everyone else squeezing into spots with atleast a 3 person gap between me and the closest person.

  Before I can overthink a loud bell rings and the surroundings fall silent. A wizard?!! I am reminded of a mmorpg style wizard as a man with a long white beard covered in a white robe trimmed with gold accents, walks up to the already prepced microphone and taps it once.

  "Welcome students to the glorious Valeria Arts Academy, this academy has stood the test of time and has a rich history of teaching only the most noble individuals and prides itself on being the number one noble academy in this empire! Not only did this academy man-age t- exc--l ...."

  I listened to what he was saying at first but gradually zoned him out as it sounded like a typical wordfest, why do new students even need to know about the academies history anyway? Just teach us, what am I even learning here? Zoning out I notice my body becoming irittated.

  With the talking in the background I struggle as my body has constant urges to move, the rubbing sensation from my uniform against the bandages cause old and new wounds to become agitated and the pain sends constant shivers through my spine

  "umph".

  My body goes cold as a supressed moan comes out of my mouth, slowly looking around it appears no-one is paying attention. Luckily for me they won't notice the cold sweat slowly moistening my uniform as the pain coming from my body is inching away at my composure.

  "ugHM"

  I close my eyes as I am sure that was loud. Too loud. Without thinking of the consequences I stand up and shuffle past the people close to me and start to leave, a small hand grabbed my wrist as I passed but I quickly shook it off in panic. As I hurriedly walked away I took off into a sprint once I was sure no one was watching me, running towards the dormitory that now feels like the only sanctury I have in this pce.

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