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P/S: As usual; Noh was in Tee's body, Tee was in Arthit's body, and Arthit was in Noh's body.

Besides that, I want to apply some rules:
Names in normal font indicates the person's body; e.g. They saw Noh. - meaning they saw the physical Noh.
However, names in italic font indicates the person's soul; e.g. They saw Noh. - meaning they saw Noh who was in Tee's body.
I hope you guys won't get confuse.

Give me your feedback about this rule - does it help?

And, all the scenes in this chapter is in third person's POV.
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Location: Tee's room

*Beep Beep*

The device on the night stand was ringing, alerting the owner of the new incoming message. Noh had just finished taking his shower. He was drying his wet hair thoroughly, which he didn't have to do when he was in his own body. Life is much simpler when you have no hair, he quipped.

He padded through the bedroom to retrieve his mobile phone. He opened the notification by sliding his finger on the screen. A text from an unknown number. It was not even the usual Thai's mobile numbers. Suspicious sprouted inside his heart. Should he read the messages? His stare was glued on the list of texts he had received in the home screen of LINE messanger.

The growing curiosity managed to overcome the skittish prudence. His thumb immediately double tap the text heading before he changed his mind. The suspense was tensing inside his head. Less than a second, the text was shown.

From: 666999

Noh, do you wish to return to your own body? Make yourselves presence at the Navratri festivals. You will find your answer.

Noh was stupefied by the messages that he just received. Is this somekind of joke? Whoever you are, you can come out? But, no one knew about this except the three of us.

He called the number right away. He wanted some reassurance. He wanted this to be real, badly. Unfortunately, the number was not available. He tried to call again but returned with the same answer.

Trusting his instinct, he texted the other two to meet at BTS Chatuchark at 6 p.m. He even sent them the screenshot of the message. He felt a little bit of hope began creeping every inch of his soul. Finally!

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Location: Outside Arthit's dormitory

"Do you really think this is a good idea, P'Prem?" Wad asked in doubt.

"Of course it is. This is the only way to find out the truth. Don't you think that he had been acting weird lately?" Prem defended this whole mission.

"He even left the last class at 4 in total hurry without saying goodbye. Something is surely up." Prem added, matter-of-factly.

"What make you so sure that the person was anyone but P'Arthit?" Wad questioned the senior in an impeachable tone.

"First, don't use that tone. I am still your senior."

Wad mumbled sorry.

"Secondly, I have very strong evidences to notion that." Prem replied as confident as Sinichi Kudo.

Wad couldn't wait to hear out the older guy. Plus, standing in half-kneeling position behind some random cars near Arthit's apartment started to tire out his muscle.

"This Arthit, he didn't fancy spirit. While the real Arthit worshipped it. He had been religiously ordered spirit every time we hanged out in the bar."