Morin found himself sleeping in a very uncomfortable bed, so naturally he woke and and waved his hand for one of his many servants to come make him breakfast. Morin's hand did not want to cooperate though, as it was young and childish. He entered a sudden state of panic, because he realized that he was now a young kid that was maybe 4-5.

He clutched his head in disbelief, not wanting to accept that he had left his entire empire behind. "Wha... whaat!?! How could me, the great and almighty Morin, fall to such a state!?!" he said in disbelief, currently not understanding how this situation had came to be.

Morin steeled his resolve, and decided to climb out of bed and discover some facts about the world around him. He climbed out of the hard bed that could've been made from stone, and took a long look at the room that surrounded him. He deemed it very clean but in shambles nonetheless.

An olden dresser with many scratch marks of wear and tear sat on one wall of the small room, on the left wall to the door wall. His bed was opposite the door wall, and the remaining wall was empty. He looked around at the two pieces of furniture he had to his name and sighed and tried to go back to sleep, as there was no way to check the time or anything to do.

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The door received quite a few hard knocks, right before he was about to jump into the bed. Morin was now feeling quite sleepy, but he felt it would be good to gain information about this person which he had seemingly possessed. He walked over to the wounded door and pushed it open. An old man was standing on the other side of the door saying to him, "Morin! Dinner time!"

He stared at the old man that was around the age to be his grandfather, or maybe great-grandfather. His presumed grandfather then walked out of sight, and could be heard traversing down a flight of stairs. Morin decided to follow his grandfather, as it was a good opportunity to learn more about himself and his surroundings.

He walked out the open door and closed it behind him, staring into the long hall that had nothing but a staircase at the end and two closed doors. Morin quickly stepped down the staircase, eager to see what the first floor of the house looked like.

His grandfather was sitting at an old wooden table, with two bowls of porridge and a spoon with water respectively sitting next to each bowl. He walked over to the table and sat down, across from his grandfather