Frank lives in an empty house on the edge of the village.
The house is not big, only one room, one bed, and one table.
But for him, enough was enough.
At night, Frank lay on his bed and closed his eyes.
He could feel something "reverberating" in his body.
It was a familiar feeling, yet distant.
Like a... Voice.
A voice sounded softly deep in my heart.
Frank opened his eyes and sat up.
He remembered the feeling when he traveled through time - the extraordinary characteristics flowed out of his body like a deflated balloon.
But he could feel now that those characteristics had not completely disappeared.
They are still there, just - asleep.
In other words, in this world, characteristics are "suppressed".
