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 "
"Hi, guys! What happened here? All of you look old and ugly!" John exclaimed, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Yes! Jonathan has returned!" Luke cheered.
"And you look like you're having fun," Toby added, smirking.
"What?" John replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Matt pointed to his own lips, revealing that John had a slight lisp tick on his face. Elenore felt her cheeks heat up, turning as red as always.
"I don't know who you are. Who are you again?" John asked, looking at Toby.
"I'm Toby!" Toby yelled, exasperated.
"Okay," John said, nodding. "Mattie, you look a lot like Father," he added, pulling him into a hug.
"And Luke, you look like Auntie a lot for some reason," John continued.
"Yeah, I didn't notice that, but wow," Matt said, trying to keep a straight face. "Please shut up."
"What about me?" Toby asked, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, sure. You look like Bibi," John said with a grin.