He felt every part of his body was sore, by the twitch of his finger was enough to bring a slight throbbing pain on his head, a soft groan escaping from his lips. His eyes squinted of the light on the ceiling the moment he opened them. Everything felt unfamiliar once he woke up.

As if this body wasn't his to recently get used to it.

Oh right—upon seeing the unfamiliar room, the unfamiliar scent, the unfamiliar pure white hair that he had caught a glimpse of—this is not his body at all. It's Allen. The original soul who belonged to this body.

He forced himself to sit on the comfortable mattress, feeling the damp cloth on his forehead which was supposed to be lukewarm had now gone cold, falling down on his lap. Before he could progress his surroundings first, the door opened, revealing you. Who had their eyes widened in relief, lips slightly parted in surprise.

"Allen! You're awake." You spoke gently with a tone filled with happiness, finding yourself coming closer to him. Not until you stopped midway when you caught a glimpse of his eyes, seemingly different, where it's colored in deep gold instead of the shade of silver, and even if his eyes were different, the room was oddly cold and uncomfortable. Even your instincts tell you something wasn't right.

"What's wrong?" He asked, the corner of his lips tilted to a smirk that Allen wouldn't usually wear. "Why did you stop?"