Opening his eyes, furnished with the senses of having a light body. Amidst his sight where it can't be focused. He renounces the bed. As he hops unto the floor, he tumbles down eating the carpet in his teeth. Unbeknownst to him, his senses no longer functions as it usually does. Against a foreign body, his memory coordination was unfamiliar and rigid.

In this moment, he was like an empty shell of no consciousness. He just moved out of instinct, or could be said randomly. It was in a state of trance or daze moving akin to a lifeless zombie.

Moments passed, residue of his consciousness gradually takes shape, piece by piece. Perplexed by this confusing state, he took a bit of time to stand. As he yet again came crashing down the exotic rag. Sitting still, the foggy state lapses as he begun to identify his body. Unknowingly shuddering as he tries to move his hand. He attempts to discern everything out of his haziness, as he moves his hands back and forth.

Moments later his eyes lit from its empty husk. Recollecting the memories of his former life and the vague memory of the body he inhabit. It was just in this few seconds he begins to process and make sense of everything.

"Whose body is this?"

The first words he had uttered resembled to a question to himself. The confusion he had was normal, for what sane person would think in this situation. A predicament of having removed from your own body, only to wake up in a foreign one.

His mind began to solidify as he recalls bits of information regarding what is his current situation. His consciousness clenched at a steady rate.

Biting his finger, feeling the sensation of pain and seeing the bite mark he dismissed the idea of it being a dream. As he looked unto his body, seemingly smaller. With a skin so tender and weaker but surprisingly light. A fresh senses, able to see without the need for glasses and of course a sharp astute hearing capable of hearing the smallest of noises.

Seeing a mirror near his bed, he renounces his position and walked near to it. Eager to see his reflection. He tilted his head on the mirror. Facing his reflection, his expression and emotions could no longer be contained. His heart started to race, he let out a cute yet grim smile as he fervently grasp his throbbing heart. It was the face that informs a simple emotion, to be exact it was pure shock and relief. For all the strange phenomenon he knew, at the very least he was alive.

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The huge grin on his face, was something not a child could produce. It was a blissful expression and yet it discharged a malign impression.

Gazing his body, he was estranged with the spectacular appearance. Crowned with a magnificent silver hair, with an enthralling jade like eyes. His face resembled to an Easterner but also featured a Caucasian. It was to say, he was of mixed ethnicity.

His face twitched, as he asks himself.

"How old is this body?" Another question he cannot answer specifically. But in his mind it ranged around twelve to fourteen. It was a body of an earlier stage of a teenager. So he understood where to draw a conclusion. Yet it was not final. For all he knew appearances can be deceiving.

Thoughts came brewing in his mind. He was in a foreign body. If only that was it, but the thought he hijacked a body not his was in his guilt. Even though he did not do so purposely. That doesn't change the fact, he possessed a body not his. He let out a small laughter. Had he gone mad? It is hard to say. With all the strange things, and all the mishaps he experienced in the past. It was just in this moment he felt pathetic to be grateful that he is alive.

The small laughter he produced was not only witnessed by him but also his sister whom had opened the door at the very exact second. In that moment he realizes it was the childs sister. His face jolted down from its peak, as his supposed sister witnessed the whole ordeal. A chilling fear run down her spine. Disturbed by what she saw and heard, she closes the door. In an action of shock she was unable to think of anything. Only that his brother acted suspiciously as if he was possessed. This though is not enough reason to draw conclusions. So she came back again, with a pretentious smile. She asked her brother to come for breakfast.

With a direct response the boy exclaims.

"Yes, dear sister."

With an innocent little smile, he was able to produce a convincing act. This goes without saying he was also tense. As he had witnessed him in his vulnerable state.

As they were walking, the sister asked his brother.

"How is your memory was it able to return?"

"Not yet dear sister. I am still feeling unwell."

His thoughts revolved as it is suspiciously convenient to have this sort of setting in place. He can now justify his lack of memories. He then lets his guard down.

With a caring tone her sister.

"Well then you better rest after this."

Her sister stopped walking, as he look back to see what happened. The mood darkened. She just stood there, looking at the boy like a foreign creature. Seemingly invaded or possessed the body of his brother. She utters in a malign tone.

"Who are you?"