Jester's POV
'Ahhh, it feels great to be back-' Taking a glance at my almost petite figure now, I grinned. Heheeheee, possessing his body was indeed successful- Elkan didn't lie.
"Jester! What are you doing?? Why can't I move my body.. What is happening-" I could hear Keiren screaming inside my mind, tsk*
Annoying pest.
I turn my attention inward, finding myself floating in this body's mental space. There, in front of me was a boy dressed in white tunics and an overcoat. He had hazel eyes and his metallic hair hung on his forehead. I could see his fists clenched.
"My my~ Hasn't little Keiren become pretty docile?" I repeated, trying to sound like his dead sister.
This was the first time, however, that instead of rushing up to me and trying to shoot punches, this kid tried to rein his anger.
The boy stares at me in hatred. Taking a deep breath, he asks. "Why can't I control my body? What's happening-"
