Strangely, the world has been smaller from your perspective—rather, you have been smaller than usual. It looks like a dream, but when you pinched yourself, it felt so real. Then everything clicked. You came back to the past, back when you were still in elementary school.

You heard a grumble besides you; it was from your old classmate, Scaramouche. You remember him as the grumpy seatmate you had who seemed to hate everyone in class. "What the fuck is this? Why am I a kid?"