Chaisi wasn't one to let his imagination run wild or second-guess himself.
Every one of his thoughts, analyses, and decisions was clear and solid. Once formed, they became the very ground beneath his feet.
With every step Chaisi had taken in his thirty years of life, he had known where his foot would land. He had never been afraid that a single misstep would lead him down the wrong path.
So this was the first time in Chaisi's life that he felt as if he had sunk to the bottom of the sea and turned into a stalk of seaweed. Undercurrents and waves came from all directions, pulling and shoving him, battering his thoughts until his world turned upside down, leaving him reeling and unable to find any purchase.
'...What's happening? Who is that person?'
'Has Uncle Kai been hit by something again?'
'He was calling out—calling out—calling out for his son.'
'So, he must be... must be calling for me, right?'
'Besides me, in this world—'
Chaisi lifted his eyes again.
