Neo took a step forward. He peeped at the first door to his left. Neo saw a very familiar scene play out before his eyes.
A young him, probably five or six years old, was complaining to his parents about kids in his class refusing to play with him.
As a kid, he was a bit chubby and had round cheeks with an ugly bowl cut. He looked like a little talking watermelon.
"So cute…" Neo heard Raze say those words from behind him.
He threw a pointed look at Raze.
"What? Look at those cute cheeks. Where are they now?" Raze asked with a disappointed tone, reaching to pinch Neo's cheek.
His hand was slapped away before he even touched Neo.
"Don't talk nonsense," Neo warned him, then moved forward.
He glanced at a door to his right. Inside the room, there was a ten-year-old Neo who was crouching on the floor and covering his ears with tears streaking down his cheeks.
