Night began to fall.
The beautiful city of Jormun glowed with lights and bustling merchants. The air was filled with the sound of bargaining.
Ciko Joun could think of only one thing: food.
Hunger, homeless—that was Ciko Joun's fate now.
"Maybe sleeping will help reduce the hunger," Ciko thought.
He closed his eyes, drowsiness mixing with the pain of an empty stomach.
Eventually, Ciko Joun fell asleep by the roadside, shivering in the cold.
"Sir."
"Sir, are you awake?" came a deep voice belonging to a grown man.
Ciko Joun opened his eyes after hearing the voice.
In front of him: a grand castle, filled with glowing red orbs.
Ciko Joun was confused. He looked at the man standing beside him.
"Who are you?"
"Of course, I am Dontur, your most loyal subordinate," the man said respectfully.
Ciko Joun tried to make sense of what had happened.
"Did I… switch bodies?" he whispered.
His appearance had changed completely—now he was a handsome man with rose-red eyes, a black suit over a white shirt, and a black beanie.
"Are you alright?"
"You seem very confused," Dontur asked.
Ciko smiled widely, an excessive grin spreading across his face.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
A mad laugh.
"I knew it—I'm the main character!"
"Dontur, am I truly the master of this castle?"
I asked.
"Of course," Dontur replied with a bow.