*A bedroom*
A small opening in the window let the gusts slip through, fluttering the curtains like a gentle warning to close them before the cold follows.
The soft breeze, carrying thin strips of morning light, filtered through the gaps and illuminated a cozy—but modest—bed. Two pillows, a blanket, and beneath that blanket… a curled-up mass, rising and falling with each pulse of the breeze.
This tranquil scene shattered when the blanket was violently thrown off.
"Whatdrdido— Whatdrdido— WHAT DID I DO!!?"
From beneath the blanket emerged that mads, it seems to resemble a human.
No—definitely a human.
A human wearing a face contorted between confusion, shock, and the lingering horror of just having existed somewhere else.
"Where… am I?"
He clutched his chest as if confirming his heartbeat still existed and leaned back against the bedframe.
If one ignored the panic, the teenager was… surprisingly good-looking. Not model-level, but above average—medium-length hair parted two-thirds, brown-black with a faint dark-red sheen, and eyes of the same warm-brown hue tinted with a subtle crimson, with a healthy build to accompany that features.
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*The Boy's POV*
"This… this is definitely IT…"
"The one and only possibility…"
'After getting sucked into my laptop… ugh, that sounds weird now that I say it…'
"But THIS—this is definitely the so-called Transmigration."
With each word, his expression shifted from the earliest panic to some kind of realization and suddenly a heavy acceptance.
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*3rd POV*
The door slammed open with zero warning, accompanied by a shout.
"Boy! Are you alright!?"
"My boy—don't scare me now!"
"Are you okay!?"
A middle-aged man burst in, dressed in an outfit that practically screamed "butler" from every polished button. His voice carried confusion, and worry. Each of his steps carried years of trained disciplined even in his state of panic. Worry marred his face as if he was someone who had raised the boy for years.
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*Butler's POV*
'The young master looks shaken. Nightmare mayhaps? Or did he awaken…?'
'He seems unharmed, Thank the benevolent.'
The butler relaxed slightly, observing the room and the boy's posture.
"Youngling, did you experience a nightmare perhaps?"
"Should I pour you water to wake your senses?"
The butler easier his stance and tried his nest to assist the boy in his panic.
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*Back to Boy*
The boy, who had been monologing like a maniac that seems to define horrors suddenly started to change his face rapidly.
Then as if enlightenment struck like lightning he shouted.
"So… THAT'S IT…"
His words carried a wieght of finality in it.