Allen woke up to find himself that he was in some other room, stretched out on a bed far too large for him. The room was antique but in its opulence, and it was perfumed with the slightest scent of flowers and the fresh coolness that filtered through an open window
Then he noticed a mirror in the room corner. While getting to his feet, a piercing pain was inflicted on his head, but he fought to get to it. Once he had stood before the mirror, he gasped in shock.
The mirror reflected someone else's face. The boy had unkempt black hair that covered his eyes, and he was so thin that, his bones appeared to press against his body. He appeared to be young, younger than Allen.
"Who the hell is this?" Allen growled, his voice filled with fear and confusion
He rubbed his face, pinched at his skin, slapped his own face. Each time, the pain reminded him it wasn't a dream, and the reflection in the mirror copied his every move.
Finally, he relaxed his breathing. The fear was pushed aside by a cloying numbness. Who wouldn't lose their mind if they found themselves waking up in someone else's skin?
He sat on the bed, mind spinning.
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ? ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด? ๐๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญโฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆโฆ.. ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ? ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ? ๐๐ฐ ๐ง๐ข๐ณ, ๐'๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ตโฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต
As he drifted in deep thought, the door to the room swung open, and a maid with short brown hair all the way to her neck, and dark black eyes in her early 20s stepped inside.
She caught sight of Allen and screamed, dropping a plate full of pills.
"Y-y-young masterโฆ you're awake," she stammered, her voice trembling with surprise and fear.
Before he could say a word, the maid quickly left, closing the door behind her. Allen wasn't particularly surprised by the sight of a woman in a maid's uniform, he'd seen plenty in magazines.
But right now, he was far too overwhelmed by the fact that he'd woken up in someone else's body to care.
A minute later the maid walked in with a womanโthe woman had black hair and blue eyes, she was probably in her late 20s
The moment she laid her eyes on Allen, she rushed forward and wrapped him in a tight embrace.
"My little star, you're finally awake after a month," the woman sobbed, her tears soaking through his shirt.
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ? ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐จ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆโฆ? ๐๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ? He froze in place, too stunned to react. Then her words hit him, little star. He couldn't help it, a laugh burst out inside his head. ๐๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ตโ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ? ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ? ๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ฉ๐ขโฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฏ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต?
After she'd calmed herself, her voice turned tender. "It's okayโฆ your head's hurting, isn't it? Just lie down and rest."
Again before Allen could say something the maid and the woman walked out of the room.
"Why the fuck is everyone leaving before I could speak." Allen said angrily.
So Allen lay down on the bed, surprised. No one had ever spoken to him in such a gentle, loving voice before. He couldn't stop smiling, for the first time in his life, both in this one and the last.
Allen now had a goal in mind. To understand this world and learn the name of the body he was currently residing in.
Yet, after a whole week of bed rest, he had learned nothing. Every time a maid entered the room, she would leave just as quickly, as if she were terrified of him. By the end of it, Allen still had no useful information.
What he did discover was that this body was 15 years old, had striking golden eyes, and was undeniably handsome something that made Allen jealous, since in his previous life he had been far below average in looks.
Allen let out a long sigh. "I'm bored."
CLANG-CLANG!
Then Allen heard a loud noise coming from outside, it sounded like two metals clashing against each other.
He stared out the window and saw a group of men in armor clashing their swords. Each strike flung sparks into the air, and Allen was standing, absolutely mesmerized.
It was like a scene from a fictional movie unfolding before him. When one man accidentally made a small cut on another's face, and blood trickled down, something stirred deep inside Allen. A sick excitement arose within him, and a grin spread on his face.
He was hungry for more his eyes were glued to the blood, his tone growing darker with sick interest.
Allen's past life was miserable. At the tender age of one, he was abused by his parents, and then he was bullied day in and day out by his classmates. Life did nothing but give him troubles.
But the agonies left him with strange abilities. He lost the feeling of pain and fear, and over time, the ability to cry.
Blood, oddly, stirred a twisted excitement within him. Seeing it made him feel alive, craving more, not out of perversion, but because of how he had learned to associate it with pleasure.
It all began with his father. Each time his father struck him, Allen tasted the blood, and the pain brought a peculiar sense of satisfaction. It was a survival mechanism, molded by trauma.
The door creaked open, snapping Allen's focus away from the blood. An elderly butler stepped inside, his gray hair neatly combed and a long mustache framing his stern face.
"Hello, young master. How are you?" the butler spoke.
"I'm fine. How about you?" Allen replied with a polite smile.
"Iโฆ I'm fine, young master," the butler replied, though a trace of confusion lingered in his tone.
"What brings you here?" Allen asked the butler.
"The patriarch has sent you a letter, young master," the butler said, handing over the envelope to Allen.
Once the butler had delivered the letter and quietly exited, Allen took a seat and carefully opened it.
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๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ: ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ณ๐บ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต
๐๐ฐ: ๐๐ข๐ด๐ข ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต
๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐๐ข๐ด๐ข,
๐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ-๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ญ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด,
๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ณ๐บ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต
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The letter was short, but the name Nasa Winterheart felt strangely familiar to Allen.
Then it hit him. He finally realized whose body he was inhabiting right now.