Waking up in an asylum is about the last thing I expected this morning. Especially in a body that feels entirely alien and yet eerily familiar.

I mean, just the previous day I was having a good life, living with my family and working towards my dreams, like a normal human. And now I am supposed to believe this was all a lie I came up with to not have to face my "real" past?

What am I even supposed to believe? Both my life I thought was real and my "actual" life seem way too bizarre to be true now.