"Ooh, Shou-Kun. My little Shou-Kun. How are you today, hmm?" The woman standing over me and pinching my cheeks is part of the reason for contemplation but the greater problem is the fact that I am a baby. A messy, poops-a-lot, still-in-growth-phase-where-movement-is-hopeless, godforsaken baby. Now, I'd normally be able to accept this situation. I've read about this kind of thing. I've mentally prepared myself to suddenly reincarnate. I'm a so-called apocalypse prep guy. But, the problem therein lies, the author of my favorite book of all time had just announced the sudden mass release of all chapters in the last arc of that very book. By just announced, I mean before I became a baby. By that I mean, whatever asshat put me in this world did it to torment me.