Avya looked at herself in the mirror, taking in the unfamiliar features of the body she occupied. "So, this is me now?" she murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Violet, can you tell me more about her?"

"Yes, Boss. You'll access her memories by tomorrow morning after you sleep," Violet responded, her voice calm and informative.

Avya sighed, feeling the weight of her new identity. "Can we skip the 'Master' part? It just feels strange. Call me Avya, or boss, whatever is easier."

"Understood, Boss," Violet replied with a hint of warmth.

Avya leaned closer to the mirror, captivated by the striking beauty of her new self. Her past self had been lovely, but this was something different—there was a glow, a radiance that felt almost otherworldly. As she marveled at her reflection, a sudden pain pierced her head, sharp and disorienting.

"Violet!" she managed to call out, but the words barely escaped her lips before darkness enveloped her. She could feel herself slipping, the world around her fading into a blur.

The last thing she registered was a sense of weightlessness, as if she were being drawn into a dream, flickering memories of her past and the sensation of her spirit merging with something... or someone.

When she finally lost consciousness, the room around her fell silent, leaving only the faint glimmer of the magical necklace, silently watching over its master.