You are the consciousness of Lin Yao, looking out through the eyes of the reborn noble daughter. You feel her memories, her pain, and the cold weight of the foreign weapon in your hands. You do not You have just clawed your way out of your own grave. You are cold, injured, and far from home. Your stepmother's hired thugs might still be nearby, expecting you to be dead. You have a weapon, but no allies, no food, and a society that believes you are a