Chapter 3: A World of Heroes and Lies
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Arthur made his way to the dining room, still grappling with the oddity of his situation. It wasn't until he stepped into the expansive space, the polished wooden floors reflecting the soft glow of an ornate chandelier, that a new thought struck him.
The house was massive. Too massive. The kind of place he'd only seen in magazines or TV shows back in his original life. His gaze swept over the elegant furnishings, the curated paintings on the walls, and the finely set table waiting for him. It was the epitome of wealth and he apparently lived here.
As he slid into a chair at the dinner table, he muttered under his breath, "Apparently, I'm a wealthy kid here."
His mother appeared shortly after, carrying a steaming pot and setting it down with practiced ease. She eyed him curiously as she sat across from him. "Took you a while, Mister Arthur. Are you sure you're fine?"
Arthur schooled his expression, determined to appear nonchalant as he picked up his utensils. "Of course, Mom." He began to eat, the warm, savory flavors grounding him slightly amidst the surreal nature of everything.