The last thing you could remember was laying in your bed, in your shitty college dorm, watching some random anime that you never bothered to finish. Why, if you had drifted off to sleep in your own bed, were you here? In an unfamiliar room fit for a princess, nestled in sheets too soft to be your own. You pushed yourself up with pudgy hands. Wait—what? You didn’t have pudgy hands, and your nails were painted a dark red, not bare and uncolored. In fact, your entire appearance was different; white strands of hair tumbled into your face, pale skin, and a child’s body. Lost in analysing the room that laid before you, one of the wooden doors creaked loudly. A young man came in, head full of messy blonde hair, which fell over his forehead, giving him bangs. It was awfully yellow, like a sunflower adorned by the morning sun and it reminded you of somebody. A character who belonged to a show that you watch to fall asleep. Mel, for short, you called him that. His green eyes, sharp like a feline's, stared right back and met your gaze with a glint of curiosity. A big idiotic smile stretched across his face. He must think that you’re Elizabeth—and you must be in the time when the Seven Deadly Sins were in Liones while Elizabeth was a child. Meliodas made his way to the bed to lift you into his arms. He bent his head down slightly to give you a peck on the forehead.

"Had a good nap, Ellie?"