[Leif's POV—The White Realm]
When I woke up…and saw the white realm again…I wasn't surprised.
No shock.
No panic.
No confusion.
Just a quiet, heavy breath leaving my chest. Because waking up as Renji in that hospital room was far more terrifying than waking up here.
At least this place… this endless white… I understood. I knew what it meant. A place where a soul hovers—not alive, not dead.
Which meant…
"…I'm still alive somewhere." My voice sounded small in the emptiness—not asking, just wondering.
If I saw Renji—my original body — does that mean my soul was pulled back there? But if I'm here now… does that mean I'm still connected to the Frojnholm world too?
Which one is real? Which one is mine?
A soft breath escaped me. I looked around—not with fear—but with longing. Because there was only one being who could answer that.
The God.
"Grandma…" I stood up slowly, turning in the endless white. "Where are you… Grandma?"
