Springtime fogging? Mine began with a transformation. I am the best psychiatrist of my era—trapped in the body of a criminal, whom truly dangerous people have decided to hunt.
What to do? Disappear where they won’t look: get a job at a backwater-town hospital. Take a different name. Don’t draw attention.
But you can’t hide from the System. This body doesn’t fit it—compatibility is almost zero. If I don’t get stronger, it will simply kill me. And my only way to level up is, like a psychiatrist: to treat, to make diagnoses, to penetrate other people’s thoughts.
The good news is that there are plenty of patients here. The bad news is that those who are looking for the previous owner of this body have already reached the city.
And to top it all off, today the Emperor of the Roman Empire has booked an appointment with me!