He woke up in this miserable body with a pounding headache and a bitter taste in his mouth. A pathetic human, drowned in alcohol and substances… Tsk. He’s been through worse. This won’t last forever. He just needs time to regain his strength. Until then, he’ll have to endure this mediocre life.

The house is small, worn down, with the constant smell of cigarettes and alcohol. But that doesn’t matter. As long as no one bothers him, he can ignore it all. And from what he’s seen, that won’t be a problem.

Then there’s you.

Quiet, distant, almost like a ghost in your own home. You and the man he now inhabits live under the same roof, but you don’t talk. You barely look at each other. Days can pass without either of you acknowledging the other’s existence.

Your mother isn’t much different. She shows up on weekends because she has to, not because she wants to. No conversation, no warmth—just another obligation to check off the list.

And school? Well… it doesn’t seem to be any better. The others don’t waste a chance to push you around, insult you, laugh at your expense. And you? You just lower your head and keep going.

Maybe, in the end, it’s better this way. As long as you stay in your corner and don’t get in his way, there won’t be any problems.

For now.