The Pathfinder of [Uncanny] always took the form of the target's conscious age.

'So, this boy is him?'

Sirwen was amused. That proud man actually had a mind of a boy.

'But it should have been obvious.'

As she had heard from the small Jaehwan, this world was a world that forced everyone to become an adult. Considering the fact that the world of [Uncanny] was formed to symbolize reality, it seemed that the real Earth might be quite similar in some sense.

As Sirwen organized her thoughts, small Jaehwan spoke.

"So, I guess you were swept up by the Wave of Memories?"

"Wave of Memories?"

"Yeah, sometimes there are memory particles that are swept here by meteors. This is the first time a living being like you came."

Small Jaehwan seemed to be excited by that.

"You've lived here all your life?"

"Yeah."

"And you're always being chased?"

"Yeah."

"Why do they try to make you an adult?"

The question was unexpected so small Jaehwan began thinking. There was no way he would have an answer. It was a world made out of unconsciousness. There was no way that there was a rule that had a reason…

"Because everyone else is an adult."

Sirwen was dumbfounded. It was very simple indeed. Everyone was in the world was the same in a certain way that they did not accept any differences. Jaehwan asked, "What is he like? The 'me' on the outside."

Sirwen smiled. How should she explain it? What would make this boy happy? In fact, she did not know much about Jaehwan.

"He's like you."

"Is he an adult?"

Sirwen pondered for a bit and answered, "No, he's a kid."

Jaehwan seemed to be happy at that answer. He was so cute that Sirwen felt like hugging him tightly, but the boy spoke again.

"I'll have to get you out."

"Do you know how?"

"Yeah. That's my job."

"What is your job?"

"Getting lost memories to the right place."

Sirwen understood what he meant. It was why they were called Pathfinders, after all.

"You brought some memories with you too."

"Huh?"

"Those particles on your clothing. They are memory particles."

She realized there were pieces of s.h.i.+ning white rocks on her clothes. They looked like particles of meteors. She carefully removed them.

"I think there are emergency ones too. You see those red ones?"

"Is that even a thing?"

"The redder it is, the more serious of an emergency it is. If I don't get it back to where it was, something might be happening on the outside."

Sirwen then thought about the situation outside. There were the Lords of the that could attack at any moment. What would be the most serious emergency?

'Wait…'

She became pale.