Six days had passed…
Max opened his eyes and continued to stare at the ceiling.
'It's another day….'
During these few days, Max had observed this world very clearly. He couldn't find any flaw. It was all too real.
'Everything is happening as it happened in the past. But there have been some changes. Maybe it's because of me.'
Max had started to accept the possibility that the world wasn't fake.
But it still was in the 'maybe' phase.
Max got up from his bed and looked at the calendar. Tomorrow was the day that everything began.
"Don't worry. Things have changed, Max. You don't need to live the same life as before."
The voice entered Max's ears and he knew who it was. These past few days, it had appeared from time to time and just talked to him.
But for some reason, Max felt an eerily feeling from this floating face. But the floating face didn't do anything odd.
'Maybe it's my imagination…' Max shook his head as he looked at the floating figure.
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School…