Let's return to Alice's perspective.
She didn't know what had happened. In a single instant, she saw her body collapse.
She looked at her hands. They were familiar yet unfamiliar, belonging to Another Person in the Room—let's call her a person for now.
She tried to make a sound again, to finish the words she hadn't said—yet that voice also belonged to Another Person in the Room.
Alice's gaze gradually turned terrified. Her body—let's call it her body for now—began to tremble almost imperceptibly.
Ignoring the body on the floor that was still Connected to her, Alice stumbled fearfully toward the mirror. Reflected in it was a face that was equally familiar and unfamiliar to her.
It wore the Classical Black Robe, Pointed Soft Hat, Black Trousers, black leather shoes, and the Monocle over its Right Eye, all of which she had seen countless times over the past few days.
Alice reached up and adjusted the Monocle. Then, no longer trying to hold herself up, she let her body slump to the floor.
"This body..." Alice repeated the term she had always used, her tone seemingly mocking and sorrowful at once. "This body... ha."
Only now did she Finally Realize why she neither identified as Shen Yinghuan nor consciously changed part of "I" into—"this body."
Who was she?
She was neither Shen Yinghuan nor that nameless wandering girl. She was Alice Kingsley, and only Alice Kingsley.
So... who was Alice Kingsley?
Alice Remembered the river she had longed for and the utterly ridiculous hypothesis she had once made—could there be a Mythical Creature in this world that believed itself to be a Transmigrator?
Of course, she did not think she was one of those things. Yet her circumstances seemed to match that description.
Alice returned to the sofa in the