In a tragic turn of events, Rin Grace, an ordinary individual caught up in his daily routine, found himself involved in a heated argument that spiraled out of control. As emotions intensified, Rin stumbled backward, lost his footing, and inadvertently fell into the path of oncoming traffic. In a heart-stopping moment, a car sped toward him, and the driver was unable to react in time, resulting in a devastating collision that left Rin unconscious and sprawled on the asphalt.

At the same time, in a parallel world, Misha Minari, a skilled assassin whose life was filled with shadowy encounters and dangerous missions, found himself in a life-threatening situation. During a high-stakes job that had spiraled out of control, Misha was struck by a bullet. The sharp pain and sudden darkness quickly plunged him into unconsciousness. Fortunately, reality shifted, and he awoke in a stark, sterile hospital room, surrounded by the beeping of medical equipment. Disoriented, he turned his head to see an unfamiliar figure standing at his bedside, their expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"You seem to be fine. Next time, don't run out in front of my car. I will be handling the bill. Take care, Mr. Grace." The man said rudely as the door closes behind him. 

That man was none other than Jay Fenrick, the Crown Prince himself.

Misha felt confused and uncertain. He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings, but everything was too bewildering. Suddenly, he noticed something strange—his hands looked different. In fact, they didn't seem like his hands at all. Misha rushed over to a nearby mirror, and, to his horror, he saw a stranger staring back at him. It was clear that he was no longer in his own body; he was someone else entirely.

So, What happened to Misha? Who is Rin Grace and How the hell did Misha end up as the Crown Prince's bodyguard?

What is that? It sounds like a heart rate monitor. Am I in the hospital? That would make sense. I wasn't feeling like myself during the car ride home. I felt nauseous and fidgety. My brain was all foggy. It must have been because of the side effects of the knockout gas. I can't seem to open up my eyes. I can hear things around me, but I can't wake up. 


"Hey, Dr. Monroe, I think you should see this." A man's voice I have never heard before says.


I wonder who that is. Who is Dr. Monroe? He must be the doctor treating me. 


"What? What could I possibly need to see?" Dr. Monroe seems annoyed. 


"He is showing signs of brain activity. Quite a bit, too. This is the most brain activity we have seen in 20 years." The man sounds confused. 


20 years? They can't be talking about me, right? There is no way I have been asleep for 20 years. Don't tell me I fell into a coma because of some knockout gas? 


Chapter 45 - Family Matters