The Author's POV

As I watched the demon place his hand against Melissa's hand, everyone's eyes turned white.

'What's going on?'

Their sudden actions startled me as I tried to understand what was going on, but before I knew it, my vision darkened and I was suddenly transported inside a dark space.

'Where am I? What's going on?'

Just like before, I couldn't move my body.

I felt completely trapped.

As I stared into the blackness before me while wondering about what was going on, I noticed that it had started to change, and it was not long before my surroundings started to change as well.

Suddenly, white tiles appeared in the air and shot toward the ground before they neatly positioned themselves together.

That wasn't all.

Also, desks began to form in the air before positioning themselves in what appeared to be a medium-sized room. About half the size of a standard living room.

Books, files, glass panels, and awards?

…one by one a room started to form and my height suddenly started to shrink.

I had many questions that I wanted to ask, but my body was immobile. The only thing I could do at the moment was just watch as a scene unfolded in front of me.

In just a few minutes, everything was set up, and by the time the last tile was placed on the floor, everything seemed to look gigantic.

'No, rather, it isn't the surroundings that are gigantic, but it's me.'

I came to this realization when I found that I was holding onto what seemed to be a small drawing that I couldn't quite understand. They looked like doodles, yet at the same time didn't.

'What happened to my hands?"

Most notable about the situation was the fact that the hands holding only the paper seemed to belong to a child.

Their size…

They weren't even a quarter of what my hands looked like.

They were quite frankly tiny.

The confusion within me only grew as time passed, but I didn't have much time to ponder over the matters as the door of the room suddenly opened.

Clank—!

'Eh?'

A familiar figure emerged from behind the door.

It only took several seconds for me to recognize the figure, and when I did, I was left in a state of shock.

'Octavious?'

He looked exactly the same as the Octavious I knew. But why was he here? What exactly was going on?

Amidst my shock at Octavious's sudden appearance, I realized that my body was shaking.

I felt a weird emotion surge from deep within. One that I couldn't quite describe.

What was it?

Excitement? Anxiety? Happiness?

I wasn't exactly sure.

Taking a timid step to the back, I hid the paper behind my back. All of the actions that occurred were not something that I could control, as the body moved on its own.

"Father."

like the voice of

'Father? Octavious?'

I was in what seemed to be Melissa's body,

the demon say something about

memories, I realized that perhaps everyone else was also seeing the same

'…This is bad.'

tried to

happening, I tried to come up with

It was simply impossible.

even worse was the fact that I was forced to watch the entire thing as I

"Father?"

moving toward the desk that sat all the way across

sat down on the chair and started to look through a stack of papers. Completely disregarding

finally getting a glimpse of Octavious's side view, my head raised a little, until I was finally get a good

a

make out what

'Anticipation.'

was feeling

of him

never happened as thirty

did Octavious ever turn to face

I could feel my feet start to

I knew it, my body took a step forward and my little hand clasped onto

"Let go."

his trousers, Octavious's words echoed.

"What do you want?"

lowered

eyes…they are the same as

eyes, I realized he hadn't changed since this event happened all those years ago. They were still as hallow and lifeless as they

"Um…"

more force onto the grip of the paper behind my back, my body shifted toward the right and left before I took out the paper

"Here."

of shyness coming from my body when I handed him the paper. Clearly, it meant a lot to the little

"What's this?"

look at the paper, Octavious grabbed it

"A scribble?"

He asked.

My head immediately shook.

"No."

Then what is this? Some

"Yes."

my body as my hands shyly twirled behind my

told me that I just discovered something amazing and

"Oh."

another look at the paper, Octavious quickly lost interest and crumbled

of times. It was only after Octavious tossed the paper in the trash that

me with this nonsense again. Get out of

Octavious waved his hand, and I felt my body shoot up

Clank—!

I shot

Clank—!

my body

"Haaa…haaa…"

Drip—! Drip—!

for air heavily as sweat dripped from my face and hair covered my vision while they

burned, and I could barely

"Again."

and tightly clenched what seemed to

'A spear.'

I thought.