Destiny in Chaos

I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling. I didn't care about the ceiling, but was surprised that I was still alive. However, I was surprised, so I quickly turned my head and looked around. This is a very typical traditional Japanese-style room. The space is not small. There are about a dozen tatami mats. I am lying in the center of the room, covered with a thin quilt. I was wearing moon-white Japanese-style pajamas, and my hair was typical long and straight black. Although I didn't have a mirror, I knew that I should be an Oriental now. To be precise, I should be an Oriental girl around sixteen years old. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.