⌧ 𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 || ᴅᴇʙᴜᴛ ᴏ. ᴅɪᴇ × ᴛʀᴀsʜ/ʟᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴄғ.

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏 || ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ...

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There is a belief that when you wake from your sleep and find yourself gazing at an unfamiliar ceiling...

You have crossed over into a different reality.

As he awakens to the rhythmic drumming of his pounding head, a man's eyes flutter open to behold the unfamiliar sight of a musty motel room before him. With one hand cradling his throbbing temple, he gingerly rises to his feet, causing the dusty blankets that had shrouded him to gently cascade onto the floor below.

Adrift in a sea of disorientation, he gazes around the unfamiliar space, his mind a labyrinth of uncertainty as he endeavors to serenely retrace the footsteps of his memories. 'I... I recall drifting into slumber after drinking alone... Following another failed test...' he mused.

Filled with disbelief, he let out a gasp as he wondered if he had unknowingly crawl his way from his studio to a motel. "Are you out of your mind...!" he muttered in frustration, making his way towards the bathroom.

As he turned on the water to cleanse himself and wash away the cloud of confusion that hung heavy over him, a flicker of surprise sparked when he caught his reflection in the mirror.

Startled, he stumbled, the weight of his frustration palpable in the string of curses that escaped his lips once again. "Damn it..." Brushing a hand through his hair with trembling fingers, he tentatively met his reflection in the mirror once more.

There, staring back at him, was not his own familiar face, but that of a young man with a slender physique.

The man took a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing heart as a surge of panic threatened to overtake him. Despite having quit smoking, he yearned for a cigarette to soothe his nerves in this moment of uncertainty. The voice that emanated from his own mouth felt alien, unfamiliar, leaving him to question, "What is happening...?"

Still in a haze, he meticulously searched the motel room until his gaze fell upon a note that closely resembled a suicide letter, alongside a bottle of sleeping pills. As he pieced together the situation, he surmised that he had likely attempted to end his life by consuming the pills. Viewing the note, a wave of melancholy washed over him as he realized, 'Even in a different body, I am still an orphan.'

The note revealed that the body's previous owner hailed from an orphanage, expressing a deep sense of hopelessness and unfairness that drove him to contemplate leaving this world. As the weight of this revelation settled upon him, the man resumed his search, his movements guided by a sense of urgency.

In a cheap dressing table, a wallet caught his eye, prompting him to pry it open. Inside, he discovered a handful of banknotes, along with a resident registration ID that linked him to the identity of the person he now inhabited: [Park Moon-dae 0X1215 – 3XXXXXX]. As he puzzled over the revelation of his purported age—23 years—he couldn't help but notice the disparity between this numerical fact and his perceived youthfulness.

After a swift shake of his head, he settled his thoughts, his mind now clear and focused. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he understood the importance of locating his original body and devising a plan of action. A theory began to form in his mind – the individual who had attempted suicide now inhabited his own body, resulting in a perplexing and inexplicable exchange of souls.