You start to wake - perhaps you stretch and yawn, before opening your eyes. But you aren't in your own room. This is not your own bed.
Panic hits you like a slap to the face. Perhaps you rush to the window: if you do look out, you will see an unfamiliar scene. Perhaps you wonder if you are dreaming, but pinching yourself will only leave a bruise. Perhaps you rush to the mirror: if you do this, you will see nothing but your own familiar face, in an unfamiliar room.
Welcome to Morana Hill.
Original characters are welcome. You don't need to know anybody in game, or have a prior sl set up. Just a character journal and your imagination!