"Hi, Lifa. Sorry if I startled you. And... I'm not a ghost. Let me introduce myself. My name is Queen Lifana Fernandez," said the figure who had just appeared.
"Huh? Why does that name sound familiar? You're Queen? The owner of the body I was inhabiting earlier? The mafia protagonist from that transmigration novel I once read?" Lifa asked, a little excited, hoping this was the protagonist from the last novel she'd read. Unbeknownst to her, she was very wrong. "Wait, but the person whose body I took over isn't that mafia character... Ah, whatever. The important thing is that I'm the protagonist!" she cheered.
Ana slowly shook her head. "Lifa, I think you've misunderstood. I'm not the protagonist you're talking about, just a supporting character. I got into an accident because of my adopted younger sister, my older brother, and my older sister. I actually died then, but God had other plans, which allowed your soul to enter my body."
Hearing that explanation, Lifa suddenly froze. Dark thoughts began flashing through her mind. She remembered a novel whose character had the same name, but whose story was different—a novel she'd cursed out and thrown away somewhere because she hated it so much.
*No... no way! It can't be that novel, right?* Lifa thought in panic. She shook her head anxiously, afraid her beautiful dream would instantly turn into a nightmare.
"Wait, wait. I have a question," Lifa interrupted quickly. "You're Queen Lifana Fernandez, the daughter of Arga Lesmana Fernandez and Aura Putri Wijaya?"
The figure before her nodded slowly.
"Huh... No way. It's got to be a coincidence," Lifa muttered, trying to deny it. "Okay, one more question. You're the younger sister of Chelsea Aurelia Fernandez and Carlos Putra Fernandez? And you have an adopted younger sister named Putri Permata, whom your older brother adopted from school because she was poor and an orphan? You were always ostracized at home, and even had to be homeschooled because your older brother didn't want to attend the same school as you? And your parents were so busy working that they wouldn't come home for weeks, and they treated you that way only because of a childhood misunderstanding?"
The figure before her nodded again.
In an instant, Lifa felt as if her world had collapsed. Her legs went weak, and she sank down onto the grass.
"NOOOO!" Lifa screamed in frustration. She absolutely couldn't accept being thrown into the novel she hated most.
"That's exactly right, Lifa. That's my story in the novel you read before. But not everything is exactly as it's written, so you don't need to be afraid," Ana said gently.
Her gaze turned sorrowful, filled with deep resignation. "I just want to ask you for a favor... Please change my brother and sister's behavior, then keep that parasite away from them. I can't stand watching my family get fooled over and over."
*Damn it! I didn't end up in Queen of the Mafia, but in the novel My Princess instead! The novel I hate most because its supporting character dies tragically and her name is so similar to mine!* Lifa complained inwardly as she gazed at Lifana's figure with pity.
Lifa let out a long sigh. "Ugh... Fine, I'll help you. But I'll do things my own way. I don't care about the novel's plot. What's important is that I stay alive!"
"All right, Lifa. Thank you... I'll be going now. Soon, a white light will come to take you. Make good use of this second life, okay, Lifa?" Ana said slowly before her body began to fade.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... I actually really liked my first life. Why is my fate so awful?" Lifa grumbled.
But suddenly, she realized something crucial. "Wait! What about the original owner's memories?! I don't know where to start, and I don't even know what the protagonist named Putri looks like!"
Lifa looked up, panicking as she forgot her most important question. "HEY, GHOST! YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN ME YOUR MEMORIES YET! HEY! I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE OF YOUR ADOPTED SISTERS IS THE RIGHT ONE, YOU GHOST!"
Lifa's screams in her subconscious received no response at all. The figure of Lisha had completely disappeared. Not long afterward, a beam of white light filled her vision, pulling her soul into a vortex of darkness.
"Ungh... ahh, my head hurts so bad," Lifa groaned as she slowly opened her eyes.
She held her head, which throbbed painfully. Slowly, she looked around. The spacious, all-white room and the overpowering smell of medicine told her that she was now in a hospital room.
*So my name is Queen Alifana Fernandez now, not Queensya Alifa Xendar. Huh, even though we both go by Lifa, our fates are completely different! In my first life, I lived like a queen, so why am I a servant in this life? Huhu...* Lifa lamented inwardly.
She had just begun putting together a plan for her next move when the sound of the door being violently kicked open startled her.
**BANG!**
"SWEETHEART! YOU'RE FINALLY AWAKE!"