"Uhh, where am I now?" Nova, a twelve-year-old child, woke up lying down in a white room. She began to stand up and looked around. Inside, there was nothing except for books floating in the air. There were so many of them that Nova couldn't even begin to count how many there were.
"Hah?!" Suddenly, Nova looked behind her. At that moment, she felt as if something was behind her, and when she turned around, she saw what was there.
"You... What are you?" What she saw was a black sphere with a single red eye.
"You are that person, no, forget what I just said. What I meant to say is, you are his replacement."
"Hah? What do you mean? His replacement? What are you trying to say to me? And how can you even talk when you don't have a mouth?"
"Does it matter? And that's all I wanted to say for now. Don't worry, one day, we will definitely meet again."
"Hah? Wait, what do you actually mea—" Suddenly, Nova collapsed onto the floor and lost consciousness.