Number 13 Chiswick Street.

**Chapter 4: Identity Crisis**

"What are you thinking about, brother?"

After helping Orpheus take care of his nose, Mina noticed her cousin staring blankly out the window and asked curiously.

In the past, her brother's reclusive nature was likely due to their parents' death. He had stopped attending school after junior high and spent his days at home, rarely interacting with anyone.

However, after his recent severe illness, although he occasionally seemed a bit "absent-minded," he had become much more cheerful than before, making her more willing to talk to him.

"Oh, I was thinking about whether I should go back to school."

Orpheus gently rubbed the tip of his nose, the pain much less than before. His nostrils were stuffed with cotton, which would probably need to stay in for a while.

Earlier, he had been reflecting on what had happened in the basement and the scenes in the dream. He wondered if these were random occurrences related to his "body" and "mind," or if he had actually encountered a "supernatural event."

After all, most of the conditions required for triggering such events were already present in the basement earlier.

But, it was just a dream. No matter how horrifying a nightmare is, once you wake up, the fear quickly dissipates.

Afterward, Orpheus spent more time contemplating his future path.

He didn't believe that just because he was a "transmigrator," he would easily make a fortune and start a successful life.

But having built himself up from scratch in his past life,

he was confident in his ability and qualifications to carve out a decent life in this "new world."

After all, "Orpheus's" identity brought no real burdens, and while it might not provide much support, it certainly didn't drag him down.

And that was enough.

"Brother used to hate school the most," Mina said with a smile.

The old Orpheus was somewhat autistic, naturally disliking crowded places like schools.

"School is very important, especially when you're young," Orpheus said seriously. "Most people, when they grow up, will regret not working harder and enduring more hardships when they were in school."

"You sound just like Mom, saying that."

"Hehe." Orpheus shrugged. "Mina, can you get me a glass of water?"

"Okay, brother."

Mina obediently went to get him some water.

Orpheus, meanwhile, opened the window in the room. The fresh air rushed in, and he took a deep breath. He then closed the window again—it was too cold.

Turning back, he saw that the black cat, Poe, had somehow appeared on his bed. It lay there, watching him with its cat eyes, occasionally tilting its head as if examining him up and down.

"Poe, ch-ch-ch-ch..."

Orpheus tried to coax the black cat using the universal "call sounds" for cats and dogs.

Poe tilted its head but didn't take the bait.

Orpheus walked over, and the cat didn't show any fear—after all, Orpheus was still family. Orpheus reached out and patted the cat's head.

"Meow..."

Poe turned its head, seemingly displeased by the affection.

"Why did Grandpa give you such a strange name?" Orpheus muttered to himself. "Poe... Poe, hehe, it would sound much fresher if you were called 'Puer.'"