(When She opened her eyes the darkness surrounded her only enough light to reveal where she was. I'm in a room with bars she was in a cell. Sitting up she looked around confused and she took a deep breath trying to remain calm. But the calm evades her and she starts to panic)

She: What is going on? Is some there?

(She grabs onto the bars while shouting for someone.)

She: Please someone help me I want out of here.

(She feels a sharp pain in her chest as she struggles to calm down. Her breathing becomes uneven as she falls to the ground.)

{Weakly} She: Please let me out

(Her hands shake as she tries to calm down and she grabs the bars to the cell once more but notices her hands.)

She: I don't have long nails.

(She looked at the soft delicate hands she has currently looking at the slightly sharp nails on her hands and her breathing stabilizes as she is no longer afraid but confused.)

She: These aren't my hands

(She thinks to herself knowing that she is a clumsy person who has small scars on her hands with calluses from working in a kitchen for her job.)

She: Whose hands is this then?

(She knows in retrospect that is a ridiculous question but she has no idea how she got here. She knows that these hands can't be her original hands due to the lack of evidence of her ever working in a kitchen)

She: This isn't normal.

(She stands up she has calmed down but now is set on figuring out who and where she is. Seeing as how this isn't her original body. She looks around the cell herself for anything with a reflection. And finds a small hand mirror in a pouch on the dress she is wearing.)

She: Let's see what you look like.

(She opens the mirror and the reflection surprised her although she couldn't fully see. She saw peach-colored hair that framed her face that is in a tight styled-up braided bun. Her eyes are a dark purple that seems sharp and unkind.)

She: This isn't natural.

(She touches her cheek and knows fully that this is reality and tries to think of how she knows this face. But all she can think of is the generic anime villainesses.)

She: Did I transmigrate into an anime or maybe manga?

(She hears footsteps and goes to the bars of the cell and sees a guard.)

{Loudly} She: Please let me out what is going on why am I here? Who am I? Where am I? You can't keep me here against my will.

(The guard looks at her and shakes his head)

{Firmly} The guard: You will not be released till after the trial. You have no power here and will not be released till then. And you know who you are Miss Shi.

(Shi puts her hand back down when the guard glares at her she becomes stiff and scared about how cold the guard is. All she could think was about the fact she was imprisoned on trial even though she wasn't the original owner of the body. The guard no longer bothering to remain walks away.)

Shi: Wait where am I what will the results of the trial be?

The guard: I don't know the results of the trial but due to your position and crime you will most likely be exiled and have your assets given to the royal family and leave with only enough money to survive. Or you will lose your noble status and almost all of your assets besides probably a property or two.

Shi: How long till the trial?

The guard: Tomorrow.

(The guard didn't bother to stay and left before Shi could ask more questions)

{Quietly} Shi: Thank goodness.

(She feels like to others this would be a terrible outcome but she could be killed immediately after the trial and she doesn't know their way of execution.)