Because I refused the four kingdoms' unreasonable ideas. Someone decided refusal was treason. The night of my death, I was in the laboratory analysing energy fluctuations in Alke-derived particles. A lab partner someone I trusted approached me too casually and tried to stab me with a blade but dodged and tried to attack, He was well prepared and immediately activated a space-rift bomb a forbidden device capable of tearing a hole in reality. He whispered: "Your existence is too dangerous." A device that ripped space apart. I felt my body tear, my soul crack and scatter, unravelling like thread in the wind. Then, Silence. Then, Pain. Then, darkness. Then, Light. I woke on a straw mat inside a mud hut. Different world. Different time. Different rules. But the same face. Same white hair. Same wheat-gold skin. Same fox-shaped icy eyes. This world's version of me had just died. And my soul slipped into his place.
