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Ethan, a short and skinny young man with brown hair and glasses, was suspended by his neck in a small white room, dying as he hung himself . But despite the gruesome scene, the atmosphere was strangely peaceful.
"What is this pain?" Ethan thought as he felt his legs swing in a final struggle for survival. Eventually, they ceased their movement, as if accepting the futility of their efforts.
Ethan's mind wandered to his family, who had recently disowned him. Despite his recent graduation from Harvard and immense intelligence, he was unemployed due to being overqualified and lacking work experience.
...The $50,000 loan he had taken out for his education seemed like a curse now, as he had foolishly given all of his money to his ungrateful family. As tears flowed down his face, Ethan's eyes shut, and he saw a blinding light.
But the light was not moving toward him, it was moving away. "Even God abandons me," Ethan thought as the darkness enveloped him, becoming one with his unseen soul. "Is this death?" he wondered aloud, his voice deep and his lips moving.
As Ethan's body stilled and his breath ceased, the small white room fell into silence, save for the sound of his heartbeat slowing to a stop. And then, as if by magic, his eyes reopened, and he found himself lying on a small bed in a strang room.
As Ethan regained consciousness, he questioned if what he was experiencing was all just a dream. He stood up, noticing that he was taller than he remembered, and his vision was still unclear. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his brain, causing him to fall to his knees.
Holding his head, he staggered to the nearby bathroom, washing his face in the sink. As he did, a strange sense of familiarity swept over him.
Despite being in a room he had never seen before, Ethan felt a deep sense of knowing, as if he had been here countless times before. The sink, the layout of the room, everything seemed to be ingrained in his memory, yet he couldn't recall ever setting foot in this place.
As he stared into the mirror, still reeling from the pain, he caught sight of his reflection, but it was not the face he had always known. Instead, he saw a unknown man staring back at him, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief, then he realised , Ethan was in the body of someone else
Ethan stared into the mirror, transfixed by the man staring back at him. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were piercingly dark, with textures of white in their irises that gave them an otherworldly appearance. His caramel skin was pale, yet radiated perfection, and his jawline was perfectly chiseled. Every muscle seemed to strain against his skin, carved with such attention to detail that it appeared as though he had been fashioned by gods.
A full-body tattoo of a menacing skeleton adorned his torso, outlining every bone in flawless detail,The tattoo, inked in a deep, rich black, was a precise representation of the human skeleton, from the cranium to the phalanges. Every bone was highlighted, each line carefully drawn to create an uncanny likeness of the body's underlying framework. The detail was so fine that even the smallest bones in the chest and arms were visible, while the larger bones of the rib cage and spine formed a striking pattern across the chest and back.
He seemed to be the embodiment of God , no he was a God, for Ethan had gained memories
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