Jin Smith wasn't just an ordinary man. He was a famous actor known all over the world. Every day, he woke up, drank his coffee, and spent his time filming movies. His life was full of excitement—interviews, red carpets, and fans who loved him. But even with all the fame, Jin liked to keep things simple. He lived in a nice apartment and spent his evenings by himself, reflecting on how far he'd come.
Jin's life hadn't always been so glamorous. He had grown up in a poor orphanage with no family to care for him. Books were his escape. He would read fantasy stories and adventure novels that helped him dream of a better life.
Jin was determined to create that better life for himself. He worked hard in school and earned scholarships, eventually getting into an acting academy. Becoming an actor was more than just a job for him—it was proof that he had made it despite the odds. His success meant everything to him, especially because he wanted to inspire others who had been through hard times.
One normal morning, Jin woke up to the sun shining through his window. He stretched, took a quick shower, and put on his clothes. He had a busy day ahead of him. His latest movie was about to be released worldwide, and there was a lot of work to do.
The film set was always busy, with people running around adjusting lights and setting up cameras. Jin loved the chaos—it was where he felt most alive. Whether he was playing a hero in an action movie or a deep character in a drama, he enjoyed bringing different stories to life. Acting was his passion.
After a long day of filming, Jin was ready to head home. He was tired and just wanted to relax, maybe read a few chapters of a book. Lately, he'd been reading a fantasy novel about a man who was reincarnated into another world full of magic. He thought to himself, "If only my life were that exciting."
Then, everything happened in an instant.
A loud horn. Bright headlights. The screeching of tires.
Jin barely had time to react before the truck slammed into him. Pain exploded through his body, but it lasted only a second. His vision blurred, the sounds around him faded, and then—nothing.
Just darkness.
Jin gasped as his eyes snapped open. His heart pounded in his chest, his breathing was uneven, and his whole body felt strange. He blinked a few times, trying to understand where he was.
The ceiling above him was unfamiliar—smooth, dark wood with strange carvings. The air smelled different, like a mix of incense and something old, something he couldn't place. He slowly pushed himself up, his limbs feeling weak. The bed he lay on was small and hard, covered with thick, rough blankets. His fingers curled into the fabric, gripping it tightly as he tried to make sense of everything.
'Wasn't I… dead?'
'What the hell was that? Why is there a truck in the set?'
His last memory was of the truck, the pain, and the darkness. But now, he was here, in this unfamiliar room. His breathing grew faster. He needed to see himself. His body felt… off. His arms were thinner, his skin smoother. His heart raced as he turned his head, spotting a tall mirror on the other side of the room.
He stumbled out of bed, almost falling. His legs felt unsteady, smaller. He walked—no, wobbled—toward the mirror, each step making his chest tighten with anxiety. When he finally stood in front of it, his eyes widened in shock.
A child stared back at him.
Dark, messy hair fell over his forehead, and large, confused blue eyes blinked back at him. He lifted a small, trembling hand and touched his face. Soft, round cheeks. A tiny nose. He looked no older than five or six years old.
Panic filled his mind. This wasn't a dream. This wasn't his body.
'What… What happened to me?'
His breathing grew shallow, and his small hands clenched into fists. He forced himself to calm down. Panicking wouldn't help. He had read enough novels to recognize this situation—reincarnation, transmigration, or maybe even a possession. But this wasn't a story. This was real.
His gaze swept across the room again. It was dimly lit by candlelight, the furniture old-fashioned and wooden. There was a heavy scent of herbs in the air, mixed with the faint hint of something burnt. Outside the window, the sky was dark, and beautiful stars in the horizon.
'Where am I?' Jin questioned but suddenly.
His head tightened and he suddenly fainted.