Another day. I wake up and stand in a room bigger than most houses. Beautiful servants hover nearby, vying to be the first to attend to me. I eat whatever I want, drink whatever I want, and do whatever I want.
Yet, obviously, this isn't enough for me. I am one of the chosen, after all. I need to work hard for my desires. Haha, it's just another game for me. Even if I die, I have no regrets.
I stand up, look into the mirror, and check myself again. My red eyes and black hair. I'm handsome, really handsome.
If I looked like this back on Earth, I would probably be a celebrity model. But for now, I am Damion, the third prince of Sanatria. I say "for now" because I am actually not Damion.
I just woke up as him. Damion killed himself, but I don't really care why he did it. I'm just happy that this handsome man is now me.
