Warm sunlight shone on the corner of Yunael’s eyes. Their eyelids and eyelashes slightly fluttered, and soon, their eyes slowly opened. Yunael stared into the air for a long time with blurry vision and soon twisted their body with a groan. Their body suddenly felt strange—not heavy, but new, and on second thought, they had been burning up throughout the night. Yunael, who had never caught even a common cold in their whole life, was surprised.

“Shit…” Yunael struggled to lift their upper body and complained, ‘Did I not sleep properly last night?’ The scene around them was new and different. The reality that they had joined Seven Stars sunk in once again.

When they looked out at the window, the sun was already in the sky. It seemed to be a good night's sleep that they hadn’t had for a long while. That, however, confused Yunael. How did it feel like they hadn’t slept properly but slept well at the same time? What kind of paradox was this? Yunael tilted their head and carefully stepped out of the bed. After taking a few steps, they were sure that their body wasn’t in good condition—no, rather than bad, it felt unfamiliar. Even walking felt different from usual, like their body was not their own.

‘Maybe my body’s still half asleep,’ Yunael thought and murmured to themselves. ‘It may get better after I wash up and get something into my empty stomach.’ Yunael roughly took off their clothes, turned on cold water in the sink, and immediately splashed...