Fate is in chaos

I opened my eyes and saw a ceiling that I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t concerned about the ceiling, but was surprised that I was still alive. However, being surprised was one thing. I quickly turned around to look at my surroundings. This was a typical traditional room. The space was not small. There were about a dozen tatami mats. I was lying in the middle of the room, covered with a thin blanket.

I was wearing moon-white pajamas, and my hair was long and straight. Although I didn’t have a mirror, I knew that I was an Asian. To be precise, I was an Asian girl around 16 years old.