"Argh… where am I?"
Trevor slowly opened his eyes and looked around, confused — the place was completely unfamiliar, and the white walls, the strong smell of medicine, and the heavy silence pressing down on the room made his heart start pounding faster.
He sat up on the bed and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself with a few deep breaths, but the nervousness refused to fade and cold sweat began running down his forehead.
He raised a hand to wipe it away — then froze mid-motion, staring at his own hand with widening eyes.
"Why is my hand so small?"
Confused, he looked at the rest of his body — his arms were short, his body was small, impossibly small.
"Why am I so small?" he whispered, his heart now hammering even faster as he scanned the room again, searching for any clue about what was happening, and with his mind more alert, he finally noticed something important: it was a hospital room — the bed, the equipment, the faint smell of disinfectant — but he had no idea how he had ended up there, because all he could remember was—
"Argh!"
A sharp pain shot through his head and he clutched his temples as a flood of memories rushed into his mind — confusing memories, tangled together, as if two different lives were trying to occupy the same space inside his skull.
He was Trevor Belmont II, the heir to the Belmont clan — but he was also…
Strange.
He couldn't remember the name from his previous life, because everything in his mind felt knotted, fragments of memories flashing and vanishing like lightning, moments from two different existences colliding.
"Wait… Belmont?" His eyes went wide. "Like… THE Belmonts? From Castlevania?"
He stared around the room, completely stunned.
"What is going on? Did I end up inside a game?" He shook his head sharply. "No… that doesn't make sense."
Trevor began thinking faster, the words spilling out before he could stop them. "First of all, the timeline doesn't match. The last Belmont should be Julius… and he's supposed to fight in the battle of 1999."
He caught himself speaking aloud and froze. "Wait… the battle of 1999? Wasn't Julius supposed to be there and… you know… kill Dracula once and for all?"
The more Trevor thought, the more his head hurt, so he closed his eyes and tried to breathe slowly — but it didn't help, because the uncertainty, the confusion, and above all the memories of what had happened at the mansion came rushing back, the image of his mother fighting those monsters flooding his mind until his heart was beating wildly and tears began streaming down his face.
"Mom…"
At that moment, the door to the room opened and a nurse walked in, stopping immediately when she saw the boy awake.
"Oh!" She quickly approached the bed. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?"
Trevor tried to answer, but the words wouldn't come out — even though in his previous life he had been seventeen, now he was trapped in the body of an eleven-year-old child, and reliving that memory, seeing his mother wounded, fighting two enormous monsters that would have made even grown men tremble in fear, and worst of all, feeling completely powerless, knowing he couldn't do anything, that by showing up there he had probably only distracted her — it all crashed over him and he began crying even harder.
"I–I'm… fine…" he managed between sobs. "I'm fine."
The nurse looked at him with deep sympathy and said, "Oh, sweetheart…" before pulling him into a gentle hug, her fingers running softly through his hair. "It's okay. You're safe now."
Trevor hated to admit it, but he needed that right then, and he let himself cry for a few more minutes before finally pulling back slightly and wiping his face with his sleeve.
"I'm okay… thank you, ma'am."
The nurse smiled kindly. "Oh dear, it's alright." She straightened up and added, "If you need anything, just let me know. I'll inform the doctor that you're awake." She moved toward the door, then paused. "Oh, and also… some police officers want to speak with you. When you're feeling better, they'll come talk to you, alright?"
Trevor nodded. "Yes, thank you very much," he said as she left the room to look for the doctor, and the moment he was alone again, he wiped the last remaining tears from his face.
"Damn… why did I have to remember that now?" he muttered, then sighed. "But… maybe it's actually a good thing." He drew a deep breath. "At least I managed to calm down a little."
Trevor lay back down on the bed, and while waiting for the doctor to arrive, he tried to organize the chaos inside his head — he had reincarnated in another world after dying in a way he couldn't even remember, and many memories from his previous life were missing: names, friends, family — everything felt blurred — and he didn't fully remember his current life either, at least not completely, only as much as an eleven-year-old child could hold onto: the stories his mother used to tell, their walks, the games they played.
But something felt strange.
He couldn't remember his father, who was probably dead, but that wasn't what bothered him the most — it was the world he was in that made his mind spin.
Trevor frowned. "Castlevania… in the modern world?" He exhaled heavily. "This is really weird."
Lost in his thoughts, he heard footsteps outside the room and turned his head toward the door just as the handle turned and a doctor entered.