"Argh… where am I?"
Trevor slowly opened his eyes.
He looked around, confused. The place was completely unfamiliar. The white walls, the strong smell of medicine, and the heavy silence in the room made his heart start pounding faster.
He sat up on the bed and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself. He took a few deep breaths.
But the nervousness wouldn't fade.
Cold sweat began to run down his forehead.
He raised a hand to wipe it away… but froze halfway through the motion.
Trevor stared at his own hand.
His eyes widened.
"Why is my hand so small?"
Confused, he looked at the rest of his body.
His arms were short.
His body was small.
Very small.
"Why am I so small?"
His heart began to pound even faster.
Trevor looked around the room again, now searching for any clue about what was happening. With his mind more awake, he finally noticed something important.
It was a hospital room.
The bed.
The equipment.
The faint smell of disinfectant.
But he had no idea how he had ended up there.
All he could remember was…
"Argh!"
A sharp pain shot through his head.
Trevor clutched his temples as a flood of memories rushed into his mind.
Confusing memories.
Mixed together.
As if two different lives were trying to occupy the same space inside his head.
He was Trevor Belmont II.
The heir to the Belmont clan.
But he was also…
…
Strange.
He couldn't remember the name from his previous life.
Everything in his mind felt tangled.
Fragments of memories appeared and disappeared like flashes.
Moments from two different lives.
"Wait… Belmont?"
Trevor's eyes widened.
"Like… THE Belmonts? From Castlevania?"
He looked around the room again, completely stunned.
"What is going on? Did I end up inside a game?"
He shook his head.
"No… that doesn't make sense."
Trevor began thinking faster.
"First of all, the timeline doesn't match. The last Belmont should be Julius… and he's supposed to fight in the battle of 1999."
He realized he had spoken out loud.
"Wait… the battle of 1999?"
His heart began racing again.
"Wasn't Julius supposed to be there and… you know… kill Dracula once and for all?"
The more Trevor thought, the more his head hurt.
He closed his eyes and tried to breathe slowly.
But it didn't help.
The uncertainty.
The confusion.
And above all, the memories of what had happened at the mansion.
The image of his mother fighting those monsters came rushing back.
His heart began beating wildly.
Tears started running down his face.
"Mom…"
At that moment, the door to the room opened.
A nurse walked in.
She stopped immediately when she saw the boy awake.
"Oh!"
She quickly approached the bed.
"What's wrong? Are you in pain?"
Trevor tried to answer.
But the words wouldn't come out.
Even though in his previous life he had been seventeen, now he was in the body of an eleven-year-old child.
And reliving that memory…
Seeing his mother wounded.
Fighting two enormous monsters.
Monsters that would make even grown men tremble in fear.
And worst of all…
Feeling completely powerless.
Knowing he couldn't do anything.
If anything, by showing up there he had probably distracted his mother.
Trevor began crying even harder.
"I–I'm… fine…"
he said between sobs.
"I'm fine."
The nurse looked at him with sympathy.
"Oh, sweetheart…"
She pulled Trevor into a gentle hug.
Softly, she began running her fingers through his hair.
"It's okay. You're safe now."
Trevor hated to admit it.
But he needed that in that moment.
He cried for a few more minutes.
When he finally managed to calm down, he pulled back slightly.
He wiped his face with the sleeve of his clothes.
"I'm okay… thank you, ma'am."
The nurse smiled kindly.
"Oh dear, it's alright."
She stood up.
"If you need anything, just let me know."
She walked toward the door.
"I'll inform the doctor that you're awake."
Then she added:
"Oh, and also… some police officers want to speak with you. When you're feeling better, they'll come talk to you, alright?"
Trevor nodded.
"Yes, thank you very much."
The nurse left the room to look for the doctor.
As soon as he was alone again, Trevor wiped the remaining tears from his face.
"Damn… why did I have to remember that now?"
He sighed.
"But… maybe it's actually a good thing."
He took a deep breath.
"At least I managed to calm down a little."
Trevor lay back down on the bed.
While waiting for the doctor to arrive, he tried to organize his thoughts.
He had reincarnated.
In another world.
After dying in a way he couldn't remember.
Many memories from his previous life were missing.
Names.
Friends.
Family.
Everything felt blurred.
And he didn't fully remember his current life either.
At least not completely.
As much as an eleven-year-old child could remember.
He remembered the stories his mother used to tell.
Their walks.
The games they played.
But something felt strange.
He couldn't remember his father.
He was probably dead.
But that wasn't what bothered him the most.
It was the world he was in.
Trevor frowned.
"Castlevania… in the modern world?"
He sighed.
"This is really weird."
Lost in his thoughts, he heard footsteps outside the room.
Trevor turned his head toward the door.
The handle turned.
And a doctor entered the room.