The building loomed before her, a decaying monstrosity of rusted metal and cracked concrete. Its oncewhite walls were now a grimy shade of gray, stained with the remnants of countless leaky pipes and overflowing drains. The windows were either shattered or covered with thick, grimy film, blocking out what little sunlight managed to penetrate the smoggy air.
Samantha stepped out of the taxi, her boots sinking into the muddy, trashstrewn street. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. With a determined stride, she marched towards the building's entrance, her golden eyes scanning the graffiticovered walls for the apartment number.
As she climbed the stairs, the stench of urine and rotting garbage grew stronger with each step. The sounds of arguing neighbors and the muffled cries of children echoed through the narrow corridors, a constant reminder of the desperate lives being lived within these walls.
Samantha finally stopped at her the number and she took a deep breath she knocked but no one answered so she turned the door and walked inside the place was not clean at all but she saw no one. When she looked around she saw wine bottles and her eyes landed on a man who laying there huh this is…
"Host that is your father."
"What his name age?" Samantha asked as she covered her nose she wore silk white gloves she always wore gloves no matter what. Samantha has never meant this family she had three lives first one back on earth and she died in fire, the second was coursed by the Blackwood Family who killed her entire family while she was imprison. At the time Isabella did a hit and run and Isabella family begged her to take the fall at the time she was foolish and agreed by the time she came out her entire family died. She did not have a system at all so when she was reborn she recalled this was a novel. She took a deep breath and walked toward the windows and opened them she than walked back to her father.
{Damn it why is this old man so drunk?}
The middle age man groaned why is he hearing a noise in his head forget it.
Samantha's father, a man in his late forties with a weathered face and a thick beard, stirred groggily on the couch. His eyes fluttered open, squinting against the sudden influx of fresh air from the open window. He blinked blearily at Samantha, trying to focus on her face.
"Who the hell are you?" he slurred, his words sloppy and indistinct. "And why are you in my apartment?"
Samantha sighed, her patience wearing thin. She crouched down beside the couch, her golden eyes boring into her father's bloodshot ones.
"I'm Samantha, your daughter," she said flatly.
"And this is my home, too."
She is the only one who has memories from her last life.
"I will go and clean up wash up and call the family," Samantha said firmly.
"Why should…"
"Because if do not I will smash your precious liquors," Samantha said sweetly. The man frowned deeply and grumbled but nodded his head as he stood up his aura was now different from before.
{System speak tell me his name and age}
The system chirped up, providing Samantha with the information she requested.
"Your father's name is Thomas, and he is 43 years old," it said, its voice echoing in her mind.
As Thomas stumbled to his feet, Samantha couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between him and her biological mother's family. While the Blackwoods were wealthy, elegant, and refined, her father was a broken, alcoholic mess, trapped in the grim reality of the slums.
She watched as he made his way to the bathroom, his movements slow and unsteady. The sound of running water soon filled the apartment, accompanied by the occasional cough and grunt.
Samantha turned her attention to the rest of the apartment, her nose wrinkling at the sight of the clutter and filth that surrounded her. She knew that if she wanted to make this place livable, she would have to roll up her sleeves and get to work.
But first, she needed to contact the rest of her family and figure out where they stood. With a heavy sigh, she pulled out her communicator and began scrolling through the contacts, searching for any familiar names.
"The room that used to be Isabella is yours you have five brothers," Thomas said as he looked at his daughter who had his eyebrows, golden eyes, and wavy hair while she looked much like her mother who had silver white hair, soft white skin.
"I see," Samantha said and Thomas walked off he pulled his phone as a holographic popped and he called his wife. At the end of the track a beautiful woman with silver white hair hazel eyes was wearing a black summer dress she was poker. Everyone at the table knew her and she was skilled at gambling.
"I see," Samantha said and Thomas walked off he pulled his phone as a holographic popped and he called his wife. At the end of the track a beautiful woman with silver white hair hazel eyes was wearing a black summer dress she was poker. Everyone at the table knew her and she was skilled at gambling. Everyone this neighborhood were all poor and were common thief or just dead poor!
When she answered the phone she sighed.
"Mmm hubby?"
"The house is on fire," he said and hanged up. The beautiful woman stood up and smirked.
"It seems like ladies and gentlemen I must go something happen back at home," the woman named Serene said. The other gamblers sighed grateful Serene in this casino was known as the Queen of Gamblers.
Thomas than called her other kids told them the same thing each of them rushed at home worried about their own things not the house at all. 
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Samantha was busy cleaning and organizing the chaos that surrounded her. She moved with a sense of purpose, her golden eyes flashing with determination as she tackled each task with efficiency and precision.
As she worked, she couldn't help but wonder about her mother. Serene, the Queen of Gamblers. The name alone was enough to pique Samantha's curiosity. What kind of woman was she, to earn such a title in the grimy underbelly of the slums?
Suddenly, the sound of rushing footsteps echoed through the hallway, followed by the frantic knocking on the apartment door. Samantha wiped her hands on her silk gloves and made her way to the entrance, wondering who it could be.
She swung the door open to find her siblings standing before her, their faces etched with worry and concern. Michael, the eldest, stepped forward, his eyes scanning the room behind her.
"Is it true?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Is the house really on fire?"
The other rushed over the youngest Noah 19 screamed as he jumped in the air.
"My gaming equipments!" He shouted so frighten than sneered when he saw everything was fine. All six people started arguing with each other.
"Husband!? Do you know I almost won!?" Serene asked as she put her hands on her hips.
"Our daughter is back our biological daughter," Thomas said to his wife. Serene eyes widen as her eyes landed on her precious daughter she couldn't believe it she rushed forward as she hesitated and Samantha nodded her head and Serene hugged her daughter.
"Oh my baby who bullied you mommy will cut them up with her scissors!" Serene said.
"Mom, dad I am fine."
Thomas and Serene both felt so warm when they heard their daughter call out their name.
"You bunch of idiots clean up the place I will cook food your sister is back!" Serene said and the brothers also just looked at their sister.
{Wow this family is so warm even though they are crazy. Mom is so beautiful if dad shaved he would be handsome!}
The seven of them frowned they sure heard Samantha voice she did move her lips.
{This is my first eating my mother food so excited}
Serene was so proud huff her daughter is excited to try her food!