PROLOGUE

Change; the word oddly related to you a lot, and you didn't like that.

The day everything changed was when memories of a different life, one you didn't want, invaded your mind. You never asked for this knowledge, so why do you possess it? To make a change? Could someone like you, who only cared for herself, prioritized her grades above all, and was dismissed as just a smart girl, really make a difference?

You never cared about what others thought of you nor the world. So, why would they expect you to care now?

BHNA x female modern reader