The Protagonist and Company Are Overly Sincere

It seems like I’ve been unconscious for quite a while.

When I opened my eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling unfolded before me.

It was an old wooden ceiling. There were small holes here and there, as if something had nibbled on it, and cobwebs were thick in the corners of the ceiling.

It didn’t seem like a hospital.

If I had collapsed due to a stroke, it would have been a serious situation, and I would have been taken to a hospital by an ambulance to treat the stroke. And if it was a hospital with that level of facilities, it would naturally be a somewhat large hospital, and if it was a large hospital, it wouldn’t have been so poorly maintained.

No, rather, it would be more difficult to find a wooden house like this in the heart of Seoul.

After staring blankly for a while, I sat up.

Creak, and I heard a faint squeak from the bed I was lying on.

My body felt light.

Well… excessively light.

There seemed to be no herniated disc from looking down at the cheap monitor with an unadjustable height every day, and there seemed to be no chronic back pain from the awkward posture.

When I stretched my arms out, my shoulders didn’t crack, and my vision was clear even without glasses.

…Yes, my body feels light. As if I’ve become 25 years younger.

The problem is, if I were 25 years younger, I would be five years old.

My vision was incredibly low. My body was thin, and my arms and legs were endlessly short to be considered an adult.

My hair was long and flowing down to my hips. When I grabbed it, it was black hair that didn’t match this place, glistening with moisture.

The hands that I saw were not the hands of a man approaching middle age in his early thirties, but very small, delicate, pale hands.

“Ah, ah.”

I made a sound for no reason.

I wasn’t sure if it was a girl’s voice or a boy’s voice because it was too young, but at least it wasn’t a rough voice that had been through alcohol and cigarettes.

When I turned my gaze, there were young children gathered around my bed.

Their faces were dirty and they all looked thin as if they hadn’t eaten properly. Wearing oversized and worn-out shirts that could almost pass for dresses, they stared at me with their mouths open.

“….”

“….”

We stared at each other in silence for a while, unsure of what to say.

“Who are you?”