To me, it's been almost ten months since I transmigrated in this world, but according to what I heard quite recently, I've been dead for an entire month, so add that to the ten months I knew of, that makes it eleven months.
Almost a year since all this... madness began.
"April 14th huh?" I muttered with a look of nostalgia. This day held a special place in my heart, after all, it was the day I was born. Yup, today was my nineteenth birthday, and coincidentally, it was both the birthday of Evan Dexter and Damon Darkfell.
As if that wasn't weird enough, it happened to be the day I was brought back to life. Fate really does love to you with one sometimes. Isn't it ironic? I have to change the fate of this world, but I am just a plaything in fate's endless weaves.
