Mike was a 30-year-old man with both brown hair and eyes. He was 5’ 9” with 150 pounds. He had no family or friends to remember him by. This man was alone and liked it that way.
One night while walking home, Mike noticed a black van following him. He took a few unnecessary amounts of turns to make sure he was followed. He knew something was up when the van followed him on his fifth turn.
Before Mike could do something, the van sped up and cut him off. A muscular man came out of the van and grabbed him. He tried to cry for help, but no one heard.
In the van sat three hooded people. An extremely muscular man, a woman with a grin from ear to ear, and someone driving. Mike attempted to escape, but the man held him down with just one hand.
”Ok honey, perform the spell before we get caught.”
The woman nodded their head and touched Mike’s body while repeating ”Quis finis meus volui transit”. Either by panic or shock, Mike fainted after the third repetition.
The once 30-year-old man was now reduced to a little boy, naked and unconscious.
”let us get him dressed and take him home” the woman said, handing her husband some clothes that would fit the child. He put the regressed Mike into a red-footed pajama And held him close. This was the closest they'll ever be to having their own child.
When they got home, the wife paid the driver and got all their things out of the car. As they did that, the husband laid young Mike to sleep. Hopefully, by the next morning, he’ll cooperate on what's happening.