I must have been reincarnated, or I must have traded bodies with someone in another dimension. While it seems unbelievable, I can't offer any other explanation. Everything seems too real to be fake, and I'm certain I died. I killed myself after all, and with every last movement I acted with certainty. Yet now my body moves on its own, following the proper etiquette of nobles while keeping a gracious smile and beautiful posture. Based on my surroundings I am a noble, for my elegant dress and luxurious ornaments don't signal the plight of commoners and the rich that I know don't act so modestly. I'm still quite confused, but for now I should act as this Lady Scarlet would normally and try to find out more information later.