Aether twitched, his eyes widening as he heard that voice. He didn't turn around instantly. He stood still as he heard her get closer. How was he going to get out of this situation this time?
She had seen his face, so was there even a way out?
...
There was... after all, in this forest, it's normal for the dead to appear, and she thought he was dead. It wouldn't be weird for him to act like a mimic of himself, an illusion, a monster of the forest trying to mimic her dead brother.
It could be his only way out...
Aether smiled, turning around to execute his plan.
...
...
But when he did, he found himself in a field, filled with corn...
'Huh?' Looking down at his hands, they were a lot smaller than usual, he could barely see past the corn. 'How did I get this small?' He thought, as he tried to look over it, getting on the tips of his toes, but in the distance, the field just continued.
