Every feature that stared back at him seemed unfamiliar. Arazhan shifted his gaze to the empty floor he had thrown Dusen the previous night. When morning dawned in, he got up from that very same place instead of the bathtub.
He was jolted by a stark realization that his soul had transferred into Dusen's body. How did this happen? He struggled to recollect anything beyond stepping into the stone bathtub last night, seeking relief from his body's feverish heat. "Bathtub!" He muttered. In a flash, a memory surged to the forefront of his mind - Hiraan's anxious voice questioning whether he had bathed in the stone tub.
An unexpected knock echoed through the room. He gazed at the locked door. If it were any of the Inn boys, they would undoubtedly discover Dusen is hiding here. He grabbed the scarf Dusen had worn last night and covered his face with it before opening the door. Two people stood before him. One was a girl with pigtails, a face unfamiliar to him, and the other was Hiraan.