'That's me.'
A thought flashed through the short-haired man's mind as he began to feel that the porcelain-like doll had some connection to his own body.
It was as if that was his alternate body.
No, that is him. The body he is using right now is just an 'extra'.
No, it's not right, this is the power of this abnormal space, that's not my body, that's not me.
He suddenly became alert, trying to prop himself up, wanting to stand up straight, but he didn't know why, it seemed he had lost control of his body. That backup energy couldn't be activated no matter what, and he couldn't even shift his gaze.
He felt his soul, his life, all rushing towards that doll in the red dress.
The doll's cheeks were already almost identical to his.
No, that is me.
Click—
And in that instant, a great force lifted his collar, hoisting his entire body like flipping a dead fish.
Finally, his gaze was ripped away from the doll, with intense fear and cold sweat seeping from his temples.
