Erwin had just finished his self-inflicted torture, leaving him with a sweaty body. As he sat on the bed, he struggled to feel like he was in his own body. Gathering strength for his next move, he attempted to stand up, but before he could fully adjust to his new body, someone opened the door to his room.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? Where is Erwin?" Leila's tone was threatening, one hand clutching something behind her back while the other was poised defensively.
The person she confronted had purple hair and silver eyes, reminiscent of Erwin, but noticeably taller by almost a foot. Erwin, who was originally just a cute 10-year-old kid and about 4 feet tall, now looked older and stood at almost six feet.
With a strained smile, Erwin replied, "Whoa, so many questions at once, Leila. It's me, Erwin."
"No, you're not! Tell me who you are!" Leila demanded, refusing to believe his words.
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