The girl got up immediately, perplexed as to what had occurred. She recalls a ruthless hand grabbing her body and dragging her into the book, and then she witnessed the life and tale of a guy in the third person.

She's still drowsy from the tiredness, so she just sleeps there, staring at the attic ceiling, for a few moments until her memory returns. Her pulse rate increased slightly as she recalled what had actually occurred, and she became scared.

She attempted to remain calm because it wasn't real. ‘This is not true.’ She reflected to herself. Everything was in her head. “The man, his narrative, the little kid, and everything else are all creations of my mind.” She told herself, "I can do this." Everything will be alright if I remain cool and continue to take deep breaths as before.

“I'm hungry,” she grumbled as she touched her tummy. “I guess it's already morning,” she replies, rising up and collecting her suitcase before looking and thinking if she would take the cursed book wit