"Ugh..."
In a quiet place filled with lush trees and tall grass all around, a voice echoed, breaking the natural silence.
"Damn it all, death is always painful... Where the fuck am I?
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What the fuck is up with my voice?"
The voice that echoed was high-pitched and childlike. It seemed like it belonged to a small, prepubescent boy.
"Wait, I remember this voice. It's mine, or more like, it used to be mine..."
Havien finally opened his eyes and took in the scenery around him. It was a forest with only trees and plants, with no fauna in sight. It was dead quiet, and only the rustling of leaves sounded out.
Havien looked around in wonder, appreciating the beauty of it all, and finally, he looked at his own hands.
'...Phew, at least it's still my original body, I don't know how I'll adjust to a face other than mine. It seems that the only problem is that I've regressed back to my 7-year-old self.