The Reborn Witch Princess

Reborn

"Hara... wake up..."

An unfamiliar voice pierced through the haze of Hara's deep slumber.

She stirred but found herself engulfed in impenetrable darkness. Her body felt eerily cold and numb, as if she were suspended in some void.

"W-who are you?" Hara's voice wavered, barely more than a whisper in the overwhelming silence.

She attempted to sit up, her movements slow and cumbersome. Despite her best efforts, the darkness remained a solid, impenetrable blanket.

The situation was absurd and illogical.

Yet, there was an undeniable, almost magnetic pull towards the voice.

"I'm a wandering spirit, and I've chosen you as my host. Coincidentally, my name is also Chihara. You can call me Rara."

"What if I don't agree?"

"You can't refuse. The Universe has decreed that I inhabit your body. I've been waiting for centuries to be reborn. I can't waste any more time. I must get my revenge!"

Hara's heart pounded in her chest, confusion and dread mixing in equal measure.

"What about me?" she asked, her voice strained.

"You? You will remain here, trapped in this limbo. But don't worry. After I awaken, I will ensure justice for your wrongful death. Consider it my repayment for sharing your body."

Hara was stunned, her mind struggling to process the gravity of the situation.

"I... I'm dead?"

She reached back to touch the back of her head, and her fingers recoiled as they encountered something damp and sticky. The cold, dried blood on her hand was unmistakable.

Recalling Arabella's betrayal, Hara clenched her fists, her eyes darkening with fury.

"I merely had a crush on your boyfriend... and... you killed me?" she scoffed, her voice filled with disbelief.

Rara's laughter echoed eerily in the darkness. "You poor soul. You've truly encountered a wolf in sheep's clothing. Enough reminiscing. I want to wake up now."

"Wait!"

"Tch, what else do you want?"

"Please take care of my parents..."

"Fine, fine! Don't make this awkward. We'll share the body, but I will be in control. You can keep our memories."

Rara opened her eyes to an unexpected sight—a man in a black hoodie hovered above her, his presence both mysterious and intimate.

No, wait.

He's kissing her forehead!

'Hara, quick! Slap me!'

<You idiot, wake up and slap him! Don't let him touch me!>

Yet, Rara found herself strangely enchanted.

His warm breath gently caressed her skin.

His scent was intoxicating, a mix of something earthy and wild that made her head spin. She wanted to stay close to him, bask in his presence.

Moreover, his soft lips on her forehead felt oddly comforting.

Suddenly, her heart began to race, a flush rising to her cheeks.

Maybe it's because he has an alluring aura?

"Ahem!" she cleared her throat, trying to shake off the strange sensation.