You groan as you slowly shuffle out of bed, if today was anything like yesterday you knew that it wasn't going to be worth waking up at... you stopped, frozen in place as you realized that your room was different. You then realized that not only was your room different... you felt like you were shorter too! "Wh...at?" you croaked out as you looked at your hands, your voice wasn't your own, nor were your hands, they were a slightly different color and their shape was different enough to immediately alarm you. "What the hell is going on?!" you shouted, panic spiraling through your mind as you tried to grasp the situation. Was this a dream or a hallucination, perhaps?

You tried to recall information from your head about what you had been doing just before going to sleep... only to receive two conflicting accounts, and you quickly realized that you had two sets of memories! "But... how?" you once again asked, not really expecting to receive an answer but still being disappointed when one never came. You got up and got dressed, one set of your memories telling you that it's a school day, so you put on a really weirdly familiar school uniform from your wardrobe... you hadn't really deep dived into the other set of memories yet, so you didn't really know just who you really were or what you were like. With that in mind you picked up a small mirror that had been left on your desk in order to get a better look at yourself.

"Huh...?" a boy with blue eyes, blue seaweed like hair and a face permanently set in a smug punchable expression stared back at you, and you finally realized just who the boy was... and just who you had somehow become. "I'm... Shinji?!" You yelled in disbelief before realizing how terrible an idea it would be to let anybody know what has happened, you didn't know how you ended up in this situation, or why you're in the body of one of your least favorite fictional characters, but you knew that if other people in this world found out about you, you'd be quickly strapped to an operating table and dissected by the closest associate of the Mage's Association looking to find whatever secret allowed this oddity to occur. You closed your eyes and focused, trying to suppress the building panic within your body as you realized what a god damn fucking terrible situation you had found yourself in. It was obviously far too late for you to do anything about the awful things Shinji already did, but you... didn't want to think about them too much right now.

Suddenly, a knock at the door alerted you, and you prepared yourself to leap out of the window, your fear of Zouken was immense right now, but... "Master. Are you OK?" it was the disinterested voice of a woman, and one you knew even without needing to rely upon Shinji's memories. You knew that you couldn't let Rider know that something was wrong, so you quickly swallowed your apprehension and thought of a good thing to say.