I slowly opened my eyes, feeling my head pounding and my eyes heavy. I tried to get up, but I felt heavy. I also felt a weight on my neck, something I couldn't understand.
Suddenly, I felt even more pain and involuntarily screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
After the long scream, some unknown people appeared.
"That's strange. The scream came from here!"
Shouted a girl with black hair, but with some red highlights and red eyes.
'What the hell is that?'
I found her appearance stunning but also peculiar. She reminded me of the girls who do cosplay.
"I can't believe it! Hey, Milts, are you okay? What happened? You screamed?!"
Milts? The previous owner of this body was named Milts? Milts?
The one who said that was a lady. I said lady, but she didn't really look like one. She looked more like a MILF. Unlike the girl, her hair was just black, but she still had red eyes.
Faced with such people I had never seen before, I was confused, like when my victims realized they were suddenly stabbed.
"Huh?"
"I can't believe it! Him... mother..."
The "mother" was already in tears. Only after a few breaths, she responded to the cosplay girl:
"What's the problem?"
"Your birthmark is blinking!"
"Huh? First, he screams, now this... What's going on?"
Well, if you two are shocked, imagine me! Why so much fuss just because someone screamed? And even crying about it? Was the previous owner of the body mommy's little baby?
I wanted to process everything and understand the situation I'm in, but with two garrulous people, it's very difficult. I have to stay calm and do something about it first:
"Why are you so garrulous? And why don't you speak like normal humans, like in a lower tone?"
"What! He's really talking! What a deep voice, wait! This is something to say in the first words of your life!"
"I told you to speak lower, and what do you mean by the first words of my life?"
"Mom, since his birth, I heard that my brother was 'different,' but... I think he's gone crazy for good!"
"Stop, don't talk like that about your brother. He's sensitive!"
I? Sensitive? Do my victims think that too?
"At most, he must be in shock and can't process well. My little baby, your sister is reacting like this because you never made a peep."
"What?"
"16 years old when you were born... You didn't cry like most babies. You were born mute, completely mute! And your birthmark is unknown. It doesn't belong to any venerated. I don't know why it suddenly blinked."
What? Mute? And what the hell is venerated? Is it some kind of deity?
I need to think. I have to get rid of them.
"Well, M-mom and cosplay sister, I understand that's a lot of things at once, but my head and this mark are hurting. Can I rest a little?"
"WAAAAAAA! My baby called me Mom! Moooooom! I've waited so long for this moment... Of course, you can rest. If your pain doesn't go away, just stir the fireplace. Your mom will come immediately! My baby! Let's go, Sophie."
Fireplace?
"No, no, no! He called me a cosplay! What the hell is that!"
"What kind of language is that, and it must be some affectionate nickname. Now let's go! Have a good rest, baby!"
The milf left from room pulling the arm of the cosplay girl, whom I now know is called Sophie. And seriously, if the best feeling I had was when I was committing murder, the worst feeling is being called 'Baby' or 'little baby' by a milf who thinks she's your mother, even more so taking into account this body is 16 years old.
"Sophie, leave that sulky face! his brother, practically transcended, revived! Oh, and see if my heart has it stopped! It was too much emotion."
Where did I end up?