The bracelet was unlike anything he had seen before, it doesn't looks like made of wood or metal.It was made of a dark, unknown material, and covered with strange, glowing runes that pulsed with a faint light.

Curiosity overcame his fear, and Robin cautiously traced a finger over one of the runes.

The moment his finger made contact, his vision began to blur, as if the world around him was being swallowed by a swirling vortex. Panic surged through him, and his thoughts became a jumbled mess.

He looked around and with his blurred vision he saw his house was crumbling. The roofing fall down, the pillars are crumbling just in few seconds the house being torn apart by an unknown Force.

Then, he remembered his grandparents, the old countryside house they left for him, the place where he had felt most at peace. The home where all his memory resides. The fear of losing all those precious memories tightened his chest.

He could almost hear his mother's comforting voice and see his grandparents' warm smiles, their memories flickering in his mind like distant stars.

But then, the memories began to fade, and the vortex of light pulled him deeper into darkness. Robin struggled to hold onto consciousness, grasping for any sense of reality, but the strange force was relentless.

Robin couldn't feel his body hell he couldn't even remember Who he was. It felt like an eternity before Robin's mind cleared. He started to remember all his memory it's like revisiting all him memory once again.

He slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry and his head was spinning. His head throbbed, and a wave of dizziness swept over him as he attempted to sit up. As his vision slowly cleared, he realized he was not in his room. Last thing he remembered was his room, When he touched the runes in the bracelet suddenly a strange light and his house which he rebuilt painstakingly being torn apart.

The surroundings were unfamiliar yet eerily intriguing, a blend of the ancient and the modern structure can be seen.

The walls were made of smooth stone, etched with intricate carvings that glowed faintly in the dim light. There were no windows, yet the room was softly illuminated by a source Robin couldn’t identify.There was some strange mechanism around him. Something looks like a computer screen.

He took in his surroundings with growing unease, his heart beating fast in his chest like crazy that he could hear his heartbeat. This was not his grandparents' house, the familiar place he had called home since he left the city and moved to the village. No, this was something entirely different something beyond his understanding.

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He thought to himself "is this purgatory? Am i dead!! Did the village was hit by typhoon or a massive earthquake erupt!"

Before he could gather his thoughts, Robin noticed that he was not alone. Several figures stood around him,watching him intently. They were dressed in garments that seemed quite strange. They look like cosplayers.

Flowing robes with metallic threads woven into the fabric, and strange devices strapped to their wrists . Their eyes were filled with curiosity as they observed him, but there was also something else an air of cautiousness.

Robin's breath caught in his throat as he realized they were speaking to one another in a language he could not understand.

The language they were speaking was something he had never heard before.it doesn't resembles anything.

One of the figures, a tall woman with piercing eyes and long silver hair that cascaded down her back, stepped forward. She spoke directly to Robin, her tone gentle but firm, as though she were addressing a child or someone who had just emerged from a deep sleep. Robin blinked, trying to make sense of what she was saying, but the language remained a mystery to him. He could only stare back at her, his confusion evident on his face.

There was also an old guy with a full beard .He looks like your regular old man but with a serious and strong aura.

They asked him something but he couldn't understand any of his words.

The old man pointed at his bracelet and asked him something but the situation is the same.

The others in the room exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of intrigue and concern. They seemed to be studying him, assessing him as though he were some kind of rare specimen. Robin felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized he was the subject of their scrutiny, their curiosity bordering on something more intense.

Before he could react, another group of people entered the room, their presence commanding immediate attention. They wore robes of a different color, a deep crimson that contrasted sharply with the silvery garments of the first group. These newcomers carried with them a variety of strange instruments, some of which glowed faintly in the dim light. They moved with purpose, their faces serious and focused.

One of them, a man with a stern expression and a small device in hand, approached Robin.

Without a word, he reached out and took hold of Robin's arm, turning it palm-up. Robin tried to pull away, but his limbs felt heavy, his body still sluggish from whatever had happened to him before he woke up.

The man pressed the device against Robin's arm, and a sharp, cold sensation shot through his skin. Robin winced, watching in growing alarm as a thin, metallic needle extended from the device and pricked his skin. He felt a brief sting as the needle drew a small amount of blood, which was quickly absorbed into the device.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the people began to leave the room, one by one, until only the woman and the old man remained. She looked at Robin for a long moment, as if trying to decide something.

his mind racing with questions. What had just happened? Who were those people? And what did they want with him? He had no answers, only the lingering sense that his life had just changed in ways he couldn’t yet comprehend.

After a while the man came running and said something to the woman.

The woman stepped forward again, her eyes locking onto Robin's with a mixture of compassion and resolve. She spoke once more, her voice soft but firm, and this time Robin could sense a change in her tone, as though she was trying to convey something important but with respect.

But before he could even attempt to decipher her words, the room began to blur around him. The dizziness returned with a vengeance, and Robin felt his consciousness slipping away once more. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the concerned faces of the strangers hovering over him, their voices fading into the distance as he sank into darkness .