Chapter One

Connor Chace was, once upon a time, a twenty-one-year-old man, and a newly appointed police officer. He worked hard for that position. From getting good grades from early on to keeping his body in shape. He was elated when he finally got the position he wanted as a kid. However, it didn't last long.

Three months. Three measly months later, during a bank robbery, he was shot in the lung. The ambulance was called, but it was too late. He died, his lungs being filled with his own blood only speeding up the process.

And it was then, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

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With a gasp, a black-haired teen awoke from his slumber. Looking around frantically, he observed the room he found himself in. It didn't seem like a hospital, more like a teen's room. A computer on a desk in one corner, posters of what seemed like games on the walls, a few books on a shelf, and a bag that was situated on a chair.

This wasn't a hospital.

Looking down at his own body, he checked where the bullet hole should have been. Sliding his hand, which he noticed was smaller than usual, through the black shirt he was wearing, he checked his chest.

Feeling nothing, he lifted the shirt up, only to see that all of his muscles were gone, having left behind a scrawny body. What the hell?

Narrowing his eyes, he looked around the room, seeing a closet that had a mirror on its door. Standing up, he almost fell when he misstepped. His limbs were shorter. Struggling to the mirror, he looked at himself, except, it wasn't him.

Staring back at him was a boy that wasn't past his teens, his black disheveled hair looked like someone slapped a mop on top of a bald head and he looked skinny, way too skinny.

His gray eyes had black circles around them, indicating the lack of sleep, and judging by the fact that he could feel his bones stretching the skin, this skinniness wasn't natural, he was malnourished.

The hell? What did this kid do for a living? A shut-in gamer?

A knock was heard, making his head turn in the direction of the room's door in alarm.

"Dae-Seong? Are you going to come out today?"

The voice was kind, soft, and pleasant to hear. His eyes narrowed, who was this?

(Mother.)

His mind, or more correctly, this body's mind supplied him helpfully and his face blanked for a moment.

"Y-yeah! I'll be out in a minute."

he waited for a moment, almost puking at the crack in his voice. Looks like puberty was going to be worse going through it a second time.

"O-Oh. Okay!"

She sounded happy to hear that and looks like his suspicions were correct, at least partially. He hadn't left the room in a while now.

Now, it was time to check the most important aspect of his body.

Reaching for his trousers, he pulled them away and looked inside.

Damn, nice.

Pulling them back to their previous position, he reached for the closer, opening it. Glancing at the choices he had, he rose an eyebrow. These things would be too big for him. Sighing, he reached inside, grabbing a blue shirt and black pants.

Taking off the shirt he was currently wearing, he put on the newly acquired one and then the pants. Tightening the rope to make sure they didn't fall down, he started walking towards the door.

Grasping the handle, he opened the door, squinting at the light that slapped him in the face right away. When his eyes adjusted, he looked over the small, yet cozy house. Looks like his room was next to the living room.

Closing the door behind him, he walked out of the room. His eyes roamed, spotting the TV in front of a small desk with a couch behind it. in the corner was a large table with chairs surrounding it. To his left was what looked like the entrance while to his right was a door to another room. On the front right corner was another door. Looking out of the window informed him that he was in an apartment, considering that he could see the top of a tree and some leaves.

"How are you feeling Dae-Seong?"

Looking at the sound of the voice, he laid eyes on a beautiful woman. Her black hair reached her back, and her eyes, were the same color as his, looking at him with a warmth he hadn't seen for a long time.

"I'm alright."

Answering lamely, he stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. Thankfully, he didn't have to as she moved to the side and motioned him towards the room she came out of, which looked like the kitchen.

Remaining silent, he walked past her, spearing her one last glance before a scent of something heavenly hit his nose, causing his stomach to growl.

Well, that was embarrassing.