Oliver, a 10-year-old white and blond boy, walked home from school, his uniform slightly rumpled from a day of adventures. The sky above him was a canvas of warm colors, yet he couldn't shake a feeling of unease. As he trudged along the familiar path, a wave of dizziness washed over him, making him stumble slightly.
Oliver changed into his pajamas, seeking comfort in the soft fabric. He climbed into bed, hoping sleep would chase away the strange sensations. However, he awoke in the dead of night, the full moon hanging high in the sky. Panic gripped him as he lay on the floor, clutching his stomach as intense pain surged through him.
Oliver's body convulsed, his skin prickling with an unfamiliar heat. He felt a primal urge rising within him, his mind a whirl of confusion and fear. As he stamped his foot on the floor, a guttural scream tore from his throat, and he felt his very being shift and warp.
Oliver awoke to find himself shirtless and in ripped jeans, his once pristine room now in disarray. His heart raced as he pieced together the night’s events, his mind struggling to comprehend the impossible.
Emily, Oliver's older sister, sat on the floor beside him, her expression a mix of concern and relief. She had found him there, unconscious, and had stayed by his side throughout the night. "You're okay now," [@ch_2]Emily[/@ch_2_d] whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
Oliver looked into his sister's eyes, finding solace in her presence. "I think something's happening to me," [@ch_1]he[/@ch_1_d] mumbled, the fear in his voice unmistakable. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together," [@ch_2]Emily[/@ch_2_d] replied, her voice steady and reassuring, anchoring him amidst the storm of uncertainty.
