Dream System Of Seven Sins

A sense of vertigo struck her, 'Why are the ground suddenly so close to me? And why are my hands so...tiny?'

She observed her hands slowly and curiously like they were not her own. Her gaze went lower and realized, 'Wait... What happened to my b.r.e.a.s.ts?'

She proceeded to pat all her body all over and finally came to the conclusion that she had shrunk to the size of a child, or rather, she had regressed to the state of a child. From the looks of things, she put herself at about age 8 to 10.

But... a forced appearance change? The client's issue shouldn't have caused something as drastic as this... So this might be more complicated than she initially thought.

Right then, she smelled the scent of roses in the air even though there was no sight of any flowers much less roses around. Her lips curved into a mysterious and rather confident smile... 'So her forces are behind this, well that explains a lot of things.'

She patted a rectangular object that was inside her pocket and said with a shrug, 'Well, thankfully I came prepared.'

She dusted herself off and headed towards the solitary church.

As she came closer, she was struck with an impression the church looked suspiciously like a... face. Two rickety boarded-up wooden windows were high up in the building and there were no other windows or openings in sight. They were located on the same level and resembled a pair of closed eyes.

However, the defining feature of the stone facade was none other than a large wooden door that blocked her way. It was about three times her height and had a sturdy feel to it.

She walked up to it to examine it closer before knocking on it but as she leaned in, she heard sounds coming from within. It sounded like voices... of children?

Truth be told, she could have turned to leave, but what choices did she have when her client was on the other side of the door.

The energy profile of a dream's host was unmistakable. She leaned all her weight into the door but it didn't even budge. She doubted her normal self would be strong enough to open the door much less when she was a child.

However, this was after all... a dream. She pulled out the object in her pocket, the tool of her trade so to speak.

It was a deck of cards and they were all facing up.

They were multi-colored and as she fanned them out in her palm, one could see there were seven colors in total. They were respectively red, pink, green, blue, black, gold and purple.

There were various numbers of cards for each color and there was in total about twenty something cards. However, the singular black card stood out.

She eventually pulled out a red card, and as she did so, the door suddenly slid open like it came with automatic censor.