The last thing you remembered was the kitten in the middle of the road and a semi-truck that was gunning it down the street. You managed to pluck the kitten from the asphalt and toss it to safety. You were a hero, you tried to think, before feeling your bones shatter at the moment of impact. The world faded to black. Your eyes open as you find yourself lying in a soft and cushy bed. You thought you were dead. You thought at the very least you would be waking up in the hospital or lying on a stretcher. Instead you hear the birds chirping happily outside your window. Was it a dream? Pinching yourself reveals that it’s not. And yet? This isn’t your house. You tilt your head as you look at your body. This didn’t look right either. What the hell was going on? You slowly step out of bed and stare at yourself in the massive mirror across from a series of bedroom dressers. You gasp. You aren’t you! But that’s…impossible. What the hell was going on? There’s a soft knock at your door. It sounds hesitant, as if whoever is knocking is cringing from something that they know is going to happen as a result from bothering you. “I’m…sorry for disturbing you,” says a feminine voice through the closed door. It’s weak, full of dread. “But I was told to come get you. It’s…your brother, Lord Ashcroft and sister, Lady Anna. They’re here to give their final report on your governing of Hidden Rest.” You stared at the closed door and then back at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was unkempt, you needed to get dressed, and you had no idea where the hell you were. Apparently you had a brother and sister. And apparently they were judgmental. You wondered if anyone had a paper bag to breathe into because you felt extremely anxious. What are you going to do?