Screaming, I clutched at the dirt under unfamiliar fingernails.
Uncaring about where I was, or who I was, I childishly thrashed my new body screaming and crying out in frustration.
Only was I able to stop, when my foot was heavily hit against metal and brought a startling, sharp pain.
No void awaited me at death, instead, I briefly felt sucked into a vacuum, then spat back out.
Grief overwhelmed me as I slumped to face the dirt and cried until my eyes stung and my voice was hoarse.
During that time, my mind was painfully filled with my new identity.
Emotionlessly I detached myself from this Sora and her tragic end. It had nothing to do with me. I did not agree to come here. I did not want to be here.
My eyes glanced at the sharp rock she had used to end her life. Debating if System would let me just do the same to try and seek the void again.
