("The Path to Freedom.")

You, Gogol, woke up in a narrow dark space all in white and with flowers next to you…

You panicked and started scratching the wood in front of you with your nails. You tore off all your nails in blood and put your head in your hands trying to think. You used your ability and ended up outside in the cold. It was quiet around and you ran wherever you looked.

After many years, you decide to visit your own grave. Now you are not the 15-year-old boy.