But before Incus could even start, the scenery shifted.
It wasn't the same as a backstory where a cloud and simply expands and shows us fragments of the past.
This was something different.
I found myself in a high school classroom.
There were students everywhere.
Was I wrong? Was this actually Incus' backstory?
But I couldn't find anyone who looked like Incus.
Assessing the people, nobody looked familiar.
Looking down at myself, I still wore my armor.
No one batted an eye to how strange my attire was.
"Alright, sit down class." A teacher with a balding head tapped the chalkboard.
Seeing that I wasn't sitting down, he raised an eyebrow, "Sit down or else you wish to stand outside holding buckets."
Listening to his instructions, I sat down.
I was situated in the middle of the class.
Turning around, I tried to make sense of it all.
The class was teaching the students about english, talking about a book of a woman who purposely chose to cut her hands off.
