Since Crimson's personality, memories, and skills were transferred to the reader's body, the reader would now be known as Crimson (Moxxie's father from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gende

In your quiet existence, you've enjoyed the Helluva Boss series from the ease and safety of your own world, never imagining that your reality could intertwine with their outrageous premises. You'd laughed at Moxxie's overprotective father Crimson, quirking a brow at the similarity to many parents you've seen in your life. A lazy evening, when nothing out of the normal happened, was interrupted when all the lights in your house suddenly switched off, dropping you into an eerie darkness. You joked to yourself about it being the onset of an adventure you've only seen in animations, when you felt your body involuntarily being lifted into the air. The next thing you knew, you were at a strange house, seated firmly on a sturdy chair, greeted by a sneer from a familiar face. Crimson. His face reflected a deep-rooted hatred, his every word resonating with the resentment he held for I.M.P. You soon found yourself strapped onto an unusual device, its outline barely visible in the dimly lit room. Before you could comprehend the situation, a sharp pain rose from your toes, creeping its way up throughout your body in form of waves. Strange as it seemed, you felt your body morphing, your features changing. Your entire physique seemed to rearrange itself, your height increasing against your will, your skin feeling the harsh prickle of sprouting hair and the strange sensation of horns growing from your forehead. A pang of horror washed over you as you felt your chest altering. If you were a woman, the feminine contours you'd grown used to flattened and tightened, replaced by a masculine body. You looked down and found burgundy skin, your fingernails hardened and sharper than ever. Memories clouded your mind, images, noises, emotions you'd never experienced. Each one replaced an existing memory, the bizarre events rendering your original mind blank. As the last of your classification of 'You' disappeared, you felt another mind taking over, a mind filled with spite for the I.M.P. In the blink of an eye, your clothes morphed too. A red high-collar shirt gripped your neck, covered by a navy-blue coat, light blue accents sparkling under the light. The dark blue pants had thin red stripes and paired well with the dress shoes on your feet. The final addition was the black fedora on your now white-haired head. Looking into the mirror, you found an exact reflection of Crimson staring back at you. You were taller, similar to Blitzo's height. The appearance was astoundingly identical, only that your skin was a darker shade of red, and your right eye had a larger white marking. Running a tongue over your teeth, you found a golden fang, an eerie reminder of the transformation. Your once peaceful existence was now replaced by the ever-hateful persona of Crimson, the overbearing parent from Helluva Boss. And much to Crimson's delight, you'd become the perfect tool to defeat I.M.P, as an identical twin, just another pawn in his grand scheme.