The moment her eyes opened, the first thing Elena thought about was paid leave. That was strange. Even if her brain were dead, it would still operate with the perspective of a laborer. Elena Violet—who in her previous life had been a woman named Nao Odagiri, an office worker at a certain infrastructure company who consistently logged 120 hours of overtime per month for seven years—posed a question to the ceiling from atop a canopied bed. "...How many days of paid leave do I have left?" With her head resting on a frilly pillow, she moved only her eyes to survey her surroundings. High ceilings. A chandelier. Morning light filtering through lace curtains. She had memories of her previous life. All of them. The memory of the day she collapsed from overwork, the linoleum ceiling of the hospital, her boss's words telling her to "rest a bit more before coming back"—all of it remained vivid. And she also had all the memories of this world. Elena sat up and moved to the mirror on her des