Confusion

Kaido was in a state of intense confusion, his mind unable to grasp what had just happened. It felt as if consciousness was slipping away from him, bit by bit. With every step he took, the things around him became more mysterious and blurry. In that moment, he even began to doubt himself—was he truly alive? Or was he drowning in an endless, terrifying dream?

When he looked at his hand, he was struck with shock. It was his hand, yes, but it wasn't. It was distorted, unrecognizable, like a part of someone else's body. The pain gradually intensified, and Kaido tried to accept it, but he couldn't escape the harsh reality of it.

"What happened to me?" he muttered, placing his hand on his face, trying to touch reality, but nothing felt real anymore.

Moments of dazed silence passed, and he decided to do something. He quickly moved toward his closet, grabbed a heavy piece of clothing, and wrapped it around his hand to cover the distortion. Then, he put on large gloves to hide the evidence of what had happened, so no one would see. He knew people would notice the change and ask questions he couldn't answer.

With every step, his mind grew more restless. He walked through the village, but everything seemed different. He couldn't distinguish between faces. People looked as though they were shifting before him, changing in strange ways. Their faces turned into distorted features, as if the people he saw were transforming into something else. It felt like his mind had lost control of the way things appeared around him.

This was what doctors referred to as "Prosopometamorphopsia," a disorder that occurs when a person starts seeing faces in a distorted or unnatural way, as if the features change illogically. The more Kaido tried to focus, the more the faces he saw lost their true form, warping in front of him. He felt as though these people had become entirely different.

The person he once knew as his neighbor now wore another face, his features changing in an unsettling way. Even his voice sounded different to Kaido's ears. It was as if everything around him was falling apart into unconnected pieces.

His mind was overwhelmed with conflicting thoughts. Had I lost my mind? he wondered to himself as he continued walking through the village.

As he crossed the street, he remembered someone who had stood by his side during a difficult time after his mother's death—someone who always offered him help. This person was named "Damien." He was a close friend of Kaido's father, always there to assist when Kaido went through tough times. He was a wise man, full of knowledge, with an uncanny ability to understand things at the right moment.

Kaido thought of visiting "Damien," maybe he could help him understand what was happening, but when he arrived at his house, he found it empty. The house was locked, with no sign of anyone. A sense of worry crept in. Where was Damien? he wondered as he stood in front of the closed door.

His suspicions grew, and the idea of running away started to linger in his mind. But where could he go? Was there anywhere to hide? And what about this hand? Was there an answer to what was happening to him? There were no answers.

This moment marked a turning point for Kaido, as everything around him started to seem illogical. The more his questions increased, the more reality grew foggy.

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