In a world filled with pain, fear, and prejudice, Eleanor faces accusations and judgment from her former lover Gabriel and his lover Alice. As tensions rise, Eleanor seizes a sword and confronts them, defying their expectations. Gabriel pleads for her to stop, expressing concern, but she remains determined to free herself from oppression. She died, and upon awakening, found herself transported back to the age of fifteen. Determined to alter her destiny, she embarked on a journey of transformation, only to discover that everything she had experienced was built upon deceit, allusion. " so what I live is not real "
"This house makes me really scared," Toby said, glancing around nervously.
Luke looked at him, a smirk forming on his lips. "Everything scares you, not just this."
"It's not!" Toby retorted, crossing his arms defensively.
"What about Lou's cat?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hey, that cat attracted me!" Toby exclaimed, indignation in his voice.
"No, it didn't; it just scratched you a little," Matt interjected.
"You did not see its eyes! It looked like it wanted to kill me!" Toby insisted, his eyes wide with exaggeration.
"Yeah, sure," Matt replied, shaking his head
"It was a cat!" Luke said. "You can't let a little feline intimidate you."
Toby rolled his eyes. "You didn't see it in the dark! It was like a shadow with claws."
"What about the war? You never even intend to fight," Matt said, his tone challenging.
"I am the brain, not the hand," Toby replied, crossing his arms defensively.