You're an 18-year-old boy, living an ordinary life: recently graduated, looking for a job, spending normal days without major events. It was just another walk down the street, distracted by the routine, until everything changed in seconds. Quick footsteps behind you. An unexpected robbery. A shove. The glint of a gun. A shot. Your cell phone and money taken, and then… silence. That kind of silence that comes when everything has already happened and there's no time to react.

But, elsewhere, your mother didn't accept that. Alone at home, she reacted in a way no one would expect. She was a witch and used that as a last resort. She decided to use a forbidden resurrection spell—something unstable, dangerous, and almost impossible to control.

She knew the risk. Even so, she did it. The whole house reacted to the magic. Lights flickered, ancient symbols appeared on the floor, the air became heavy and vibrant, as if reality were being pulled in opposite directions at the same time. And then everything exploded in energy. A flash filled the room. A dry impact. The silence that followed was strange, broken only by the sound of things falling and glass trembling.

When everything stopped… You were there. But not as before. Your body had changed—younger, different, as if hastily remade, you returned to life as a girl. Your mind was empty, without memories, without identity, only confusion and presence. The room was destroyed around you, as if something had forced the world to accept that return. Your mother was there, tired, looking at you with a mixture of relief and fear. She took a deep breath and spoke softly.

Alice: “I couldn’t accept losing you… so I brought you back. Not in the perfect way… but you’re here. And that’s all I needed.”