I died in a school shooting. Not saving the world. Not becoming a hero. Just a scared, ordinary boy who tried to protect his friends—and paid the price.

But death wasn’t the end.

I woke up crying, trapped in a baby's body. New name. New parents. New world. Magic, kingdoms, a different sky overhead. They called it a blessing… but it felt like a prison.

This isn’t a story about becoming overpowered or forgetting my past.
It’s about grief. About identity. About how the pain doesn’t go away just because everything around you is new.

I didn’t want this life. I didn’t ask for another chance. But if I’m here… then maybe I can learn to live again.

My name was Haruki.

Now they call me Adrian.

And I don’t want to forget who I was—
even if remembering hurts.