The first thing you noticed was the light. It streamed through your window, harsh and unforgiving, pulling you from the depths of sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open slowly, reluctantly, as if your body knew that waking up meant facing something you weren't ready for.
You blinked at the unfamiliar brightness in your room, feeling the heaviness in your limbs as though they were weighted down by an unseen force. A strange fog clouded your mind, and for a moment, you couldn't remember where you were. The sheets felt different against your skin, the air felt wrong, and the faint murmur of the world outside your window wasn't what you expected.
You sat up, your hand reaching to rub your eyes. The events of the previous day came flooding back to you—the library, meeting Killua, seeing Gon, and that strange, inexplicable connection you'd felt. But something was off. You could feel it, deep in your bones.
Your heart began to pound as you reached for your phone on the bedside table. You stared at the screen.
10:15 AM. May 5th.
That wasn't right. It was May 4th. The time didn't match either; you could have sworn you'd fallen asleep much earlier. But how long had you been asleep? Confusion prickled at your skin as you stared at the date, your brain struggling to reconcile the information in front of you.
Your eyes drifted around the room, scanning for something—anything—that felt familiar. But the longer you looked, the more you noticed the subtle differences. The framed photo of you and your siblings on the nightstand was gone, replaced by a vase of fresh flowers you didn't remember buying. The curtains hanging by your window weren't the ones you had chosen; these were lighter, with soft pastel colors that didn't suit your taste. The more you searched, the more unsettling it became.
"What the hell...?"
You swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood, your knees wobbling slightly as you tried to steady yourself. The floor was cold against your feet, colder than it should have been, and as you made your way to the window, a pit formed in your stomach.
You hesitated for a moment before drawing the curtains aside, and what you saw outside sent a shiver down your spine.
The view was different. Gone was the street you had lived on for the past two years. Instead, you found yourself staring at a completely unfamiliar scene—rows of sleek, modern buildings that you had never seen before, towering in the distance. The alleyway that should have been directly beneath your window was now a quiet, tree-lined street.
"What is going on?" you whispered, your breath catching in your throat.
Your mind raced, trying to piece together how any of this was possible. It was as if the world had shifted overnight, as if the life you had known had been erased and replaced with something else entirely. But how? And more importantly—why?
You stumbled back from the window, a sharp sense of unease settling into your chest. This couldn't be real. You had to be dreaming. Maybe you were still asleep, caught in some strange, vivid nightmare. That was the only explanation that made any sense.
But as you glanced down at your hands, the cold air brushing against your skin, you knew it wasn't a dream. This was real.
A surge of panic welled up inside you, and without thinking, you grabbed your phone and bolted out of your bedroom, desperate to make sense of what was happening. The hallway looked the same as it always had—at least, at first glance—but the little details were different. A different rug. A painting you didn't recognize. It was as if someone had taken your life and rearranged it, leaving just enough familiarity to unnerve you but not enough to explain what was happening.
