The pale light swallowed Nathan whole.
He fell. He didn't just fall through space; he fell through time, through complete silence, and through someone else's memories.
When he finally opened his eyes, he wasn't Nathan Cross anymore. He was in a totally normal world. There were no Babel Towers. There was no magic, no mana, and no monsters. It was like his original world.
He was just a young man. Skinny. Weak. Invisible. He wore thick glasses and carried a heavy backpack full of books. Other kids shoved him into metal lockers and laughed at him in the crowded hallways. He ate his lunch sitting completely alone. He went home to a dark, empty apartment. He was an absolute nobody.
Then, he crossed the street.
The headlights blinded him. He felt the heavy, crushing impact of the truck. He felt his bones break. He felt the cold darkness rushing in to pull him under. He felt himself die.
And then, he woke up.
