Days passed quickly. Kael tried to live normally in this new body, in this strange new home. The people around him treated him kindly, but deep inside, he felt like he didn't belong.
At night, he often lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The silence of this world felt heavy, too heavy.
One evening, unable to stay still, he went outside. The city lights were bright, the roads were noisy, and the voices around him felt far away. He walked without direction, his feet bringing him to darker streets.
There, he heard it— laughter mixed with pain.
In an alley, a group of teenagers surrounded another boy. They kicked him while he begged them to stop.
"Pathetic," one of them shouted.
Kael's eyes narrowed. Memories of his old life flashed in his mind. His body moved on its own.
"Let him go," Kael said.
The gang turned to him. One of them smirked. "And who are you?"
Kael didn't answer. The first attacker rushed forward, but Kael twisted his arm and pushed him down. Another tried to punch him, but Kael's elbow sank into his stomach. Two were already on the ground.
The leader pulled out a knife. "You're dead!"
Kael's eyes grew cold. He kicked the knife away and pinned the leader to the wall.
"If you hurt anyone again," Kael said in a low voice, "you'll regret it."
The gang froze, then ran away.
The boy they bullied stared at Kael. "T-Thank you… Who are you?"
Kael looked up at the moon. It wasn't broken like in his old world, but it still shine the same.
"My name is Kael," he said. "Just someone trying to live a new life."
But deep inside, he knew the truth this was only the beginning.