While her corporal body is enduring the surgery, in the hazy depths of her consciousness, Axia continues to drift through memories of the original owner.
And the scene before the surgery, when Akasha was still alive, played in Axia's eyes.
The sterile white walls and soft beeping machines created an oasis for her, bearing a stark contrast to the turmoil beyond her mind.
She watched a girl with uncanny features, someone who would be crudely labeled as a freak for being unrecognizable by a normal human, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
On her right cheek was a big patch of crimson, like a fresh flesh burn that never faded since young. And there's those three lotus petal eyes on her forehead that she covers with her black hair.
There was no excitement, no flutter of nerves only a sense of detachment clouding her mind and a hollow echo of anticipation
"Young miss, are you ready?" Dr. Dayes asked, his tone warm yet professional.
"You are?"
