我 wakes up with a Start, the harsh sunlight of an unfamiliar room glaring in my eyes. I'm on a bed, but the furniture, the walls, everything feels so wrong. This isn't my room, my apartment in the 21st century, but something ancient, with intricate wood carvings and silk drapes that whisper of a bygone era.

My head throbs, and I try to sit up, only to find my body weak and trembling. I touch my face tentatively, my fingers brushing over soft, flowing hair that's clearly not mine. Looking down, I see hands adorned with expensive jewelry, a stark contrast to the calloused, working hands I'm used to.

A wave of disorientation hits me. This can't be real. I was just at a cafe, sipping my latte, when everything went black. An accident, they said. But now, here I am, in this strange world.

I cast my gaze around the room, taking in the details. An ornate wardrobe, a vanity table with a mirror, and various古代-looking artworks. This is clearly a rich person's room, but whose?