"I'm not you." The boy echoed the main villain.
Step by step, the long haired young man closed their distance. His movements were erratic, twitchy and zombie-like yet so fast. In less than a few seconds, the villain's smile was right in front of the boy.
"You're not me." Kaon repeated, his hand was reaching out to hold the boy's face.
Meanwhile, Jay was screaming inside. System! System! SYSTEM!
Before the villain's finger could touch his skin, the transmigrator felt the ground gave out underneath him. In a blink, he was falling into the darkness.
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The toddler's eyes snapped open, and the first thing he did was tapping on the sleeping bag to feel if his parents were around. The familiar stale detergent smell of his blanket kept him grounded enough for his violet eyes to focus on the dingy ceiling above him while his heart was beating a mile a minute.
