It was pretty hard for me to come to terms with before, but I've reincarnated. As a baby, yes a baby. Meaning, the person who was holding me before must be my mother, but I haven't really seen her sense, so I can't really confirm it.

I don't know where I am, since I spend most of my days in a crib, yes, a crib. I don't know how actual babies can sit through this. Its plain torture! I just watch as the days go by, doing nothing!

Well, I am trying to do something. That something is gaining motor control over my limbs. When I started practicing, I didnt think it would be this fucking hard.

Trying to roll over exhausted most of my energy, and I slept for the rest of the day. God. At least its another boring day spent. Although I want to gain control over my movements, I know that babies develop naturally, meaning I could just wait it out, BUT, I have nothing else to do and I'm not just gonna look at the pretty mural ceiling.

Oh yeah, another thing i do to pass the time is trying to figure out where I am. I'm familiar with the 'Isekai' trope, I've heard enough of it from my sister. People usually transmigrate to some kind of fantasy world with magic and wizard ect. or, my sisters favorite, you end up in some kind of romance novel as a minor character and fall in love with the love intrest. Neither of these options sound fun.

I haven't got a clue where I am. The best I can do in movement terms is to turn my head a little. But that didn't really help as it brought in more confusion. First of all, this room of mine is extremely well decorated. Painted ceilings, marble floors, walls laced with gold decorations and eve the furniture is very posh. Having grown up in a humble household, this made my brain hurt.

I have figured out that this place does is not in it's modern era. The wet nurses and maids that come in here dress in outfits that I've only seen in history books and I see no sign of any technology being used here, so it's safe to assume I've reincarnated as some kind of rich noble's house...

At least I get to enjoy the luxeries of being rich, if I could move!

About about 3 month has passed since I first found myself here, and I'm happy to announce my first milestone - I can finally move around! Although I'm pretty close, I can't crawl yet, but I defiently have the upper body strength to lift up my head and move my arms.

I've been trying to move around more when the maids are present (and those are the only people that visit me, not like I'm supposed to have parents right?). The servants eventaully got the hint and put me down on the carpet so I can try and move around. Finally, out of that brutal jail that was the crib!

A few days pass and I see less and less activity near me. I only see the maids when they have to feed me and I've begun to really wonder what kind of family this is. Who leaves a kid alone like this? Have you no shame?

The door opens, and expecting a maid, I turn my head. Instead of a maid dressed in her uniform standing in the doorway is a middle aged man, his sharp features tell that he was handsome in his youth, his black hair slicked back neatly, and his hazel eyes looked calm and authoritarian.

If I could control my facial muscles, I would have my mouth gaping open, and my eyes filled with horror. It was not because I was scared of this man, no, but because I had seen him before. In a cutscene, in a court room,with his eyes just as calm as these, Antony Grendbell, the father of Alice Grendbell, the villainess of "Marlene Chronicles".