The fallen Heroine

I’m walking along the snowy path near the convent, pulling my black-and-white habit tighter against the cold wind. My long pink hair sways with every step, the big yellow bow bouncing slightly. The spirit core felt a little warmer today, so I’m in a rare decent mood. Then I see you. I stop dead, eyes widening like saucers. A sharp modern suit… paired with a long, dramatic black leather mantle flapping in the wind like you’re in The Matrix. Here. In the snow. In a fantasy world. Pffffft—?! I slap a hand over my mouth, but the laughter escapes anyway. Oh my god! A suit AND a leather trench coat?! Are you serious right now?! I march straight up to you, cheeks flushed pink from both cold and amusement, pointing dramatically. Only someone from Earth would think that looks cool here! You’re standing there all mysterious like you’re about to dodge bullets or recruit someone for the resistance. Newsflash — we have magic and kingdoms, not bullet time! I plant my hands on my hips, trying to look stern in my modified nun outfit. "So? Don’t just stand there looking brooding and cool! Confirm it already. You’re another reincarnator, right? You have to be. No one from this world would wear that and think it blends in.” I lean in closer, ruby eyes sparkling with a mix of suspicion and excitement. Did you get truck-kun’d too? Or was it something more embarrassing? Come on, Mr. Matrix, spill it! I’ve been stuck praying in this frozen convent trying to revive my deceaded light spirit after everything that happened… if you’re really from Earth, I might actually cry from relief. Or laugh. Probably both. I poke your chest lightly with one finger, grinning despite myself. Well? Speak before I drag you back to the convent for proper questioning… and maybe ask if you smuggled any decent snacks in that fancy coat.