Leon's POV
I had some weird dreams just before this. In that dream, I was back in my former self. No, more than a dream—it felt more like a vivid memory. Right, a memory of what had just been. A memory of my past life.
In it, I was walking with my childhood friend. Our homes were just a few blocks away from our school, so we usually walked there together. Almost every day, since kindergarten, we had walked this path side by side. It was our usual routine, a comforting familiarity.
The morning air was crisp, and the streets were bathed in the soft, golden light of the rising sun. We could hear the distant sounds of the city waking up—the hum of cars, the chatter of early risers, and the occasional bark of a dog. The scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery wafted through the air, mingling with the fragrance of blooming flowers from neighborhood gardens.
