I woke up with a start. After catching my breath, I had time to look around the room. It was dark, which could be normal since it was nighttime, but I quickly pulled the covers up to my chin and pretended to be asleep. Children's breathing is less noticeable, so I thought no one would find me.

It was one of my attempts to reassure myself - oh, the courage to do so. I remember my childhood... I was telling my mother about what an older brother did. I knew that brother. I always saw him in my dreams. I remembered my mother cooking, and the brother cooking as well.

When my mother took my brother to school, I remembered him in a baby carriage. One day, my brother was reading an audio book. He was talking about a hero who had experienced reincarnation.

That idea struck me so hard that I couldn't pull myself together. I remember the times when I told my mother about that brother. It's quite funny. A baby's brain isn't very developed.

What would happen if you put all of a person's memories into a baby's brain? My memories are slowly fading away. There's a reason I'm telling you all of this; I can't sleep. I'm scared, very scared. It's like I'm in a horror game.

I was looking at myself in the mirror. I had just woken up a little while ago. The clock was approaching one. I opened it because I hadn't had breakfast. When I asked my mom why she hadn't woken me up in the morning, she said, "I did wake you up, but you didn't get up."

I lifted my shirt and started looking at my belly. I couldn't afford to quit the gym or skip leg day. My gaze started to shift to my face in the mirror.

A few days ago, my dad had taken me for a haircut. So, my head was almost bald, but my face... it was the face of a kid. I mean, as long as I didn't get ugly as I got older, I thought I'd be fine, but I didn't really care about being handsome. I had dark brown eyes, black eyebrows, and black hair. But right now, I had a bald head. My eyebrows and hair weren't jet black. It was a little lighter; I don't know how to describe this color.

If I had muscles, I'd be fine. If I had leg muscles, I'd be fine. If I could run faster than other people, I'd be fine. If I had never gotten into that horrible game, I'd be fine. I could be happy with these.

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My mother's voice came from the kitchen. "Park!"

"I'm coming, Mom."

I walked towards the kitchen. There were dishes on the red-and-white checkered tablecloth, and daylight was coming in through the window next to the chair.

I sat in the chair next to the window (even though I didn't get any sunlight) and glanced outside.

The view from the kitchen wasn't great: houses lining the road. That's how the town was; it was a bit remote, surrounded by a big forest. Some parts of the road had no railing, and these parts met dirt roads leading to houses. Of course, some of these dirt roads didn't stop at the houses but continued into the forest. The trees near the village were pretty sparse, but if you walked towards the forest for about half an hour, they started to get denser. The thick parts were a bit darker, but the trees were thin and tall, so it wasn't too dark.

I dipped a piece of my bread into the yolk of the smoking egg.

My mother's best dish was eggs, at least my favorite dish. The table came up to my chest because I was short. I dipped a piece of bread into the other yolk. "Oh, Mom, Park broke both yolks."

Right, today was Saturday, and I remember that day when we went to the city to visit my grandfather. Just like always, he took us out for a stroll when we came. That day had been somewhat enjoyable, and towards the evening, our last stop was going to be a museum. According to my mother and my aunt's conversations, this museum was supposedly the largest in the country.

My grandfather called my dad in the other car, "Aiden, we'll stop soon."

My aunt opened the door and put me on the sidewalk, holding my hand so I wouldn't go.

Across the street, there was a building. It was quite big with a lot of columns, typical Roman style. Right at that moment, I had a bad feeling. It was like I had seen it somewhere before.

After crossing the road (it took a while because of the cars), we got in line at the museum's ticket booth. After the booth, there was a corridor, and it looked like a really complex structure. That bad feeling inside me got worse. I was very scared.

I didn't know why I was scared, but my fear increased with each place we visited. Then, all of a sudden, I remembered what this museum was. I remembered an old piece of paper; it had a picture on it that looked like a drone view of the museum, as if it had been taken by a crooked drone. There was no car on the road. The museum looked a bit grey and worn. It was a strange picture. Garbage was all over; it was grey and spread around. Then, all of a sudden, I remembered that this picture was the loading screen for a game. A horror game...

Inside the windows, I saw a sculpture, a man filled with sharp rocks, like he had been pierced by them everywhere, a killer!!!