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

It was as if this body wasn't his to recently get used to it.

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

Nea 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 relief, 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, his gaze carried coldness between them, something Allen wouldn't do. Even your instincts tell you something wasn't right.

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