What is this?
Is this a dream. I don't understand a thing.
My head hurts, it really hurts. What the hell should I even do in a situation like this.
I hardly fell my presence and my body feels very light. Am I having a fever or something?
My head is spinning.
The headache is becoming harder and harder. I think I should skip work Tommorow.
Wait, what the hell am I even thinking about. My head fells like it's going to explode.
What the f**k is happening here?
As the darkness around me starts to fate away, I realize something and I think deeply on my mind.
Wait a second? How am I still alive.
A bright light shines and everything becomes blank.
Arisawa slowly opens his eyes. Bright light hits him and everything seems totally fine.
For a few seconds his vision is not clear and everything looks blurry, but after few seconds everything starts to clear up.
Finally everything becomes clear. Arisawa looks, he was standing.
"Wait, where am I?" Says quietly.
Arisawa looks around a quiet old room with just one orange lamp hanging on the top.
He was standing near a desk and there was a wooden chair behind him. The old bed is also lying there.
He looks at his left, an old brown door with an loosen up handle is there. The room seems rusty and old.
He looks at the desk, lots of books are gathered up and kept nicely. Near his bed a brown colour coat and a brown hat is hanging there. Just beside it a brown colour wooden cabinet with two doors are also there.
Where the hell am I? He questioned himself in his mind.
He feel something on his right hand. He raises to check. He was holding something, a knive.
He was holding a knive covered with red colour which looked like blood. He panics and throws it away. He falls on the floor as he throws the knive.
He hits his head on the bed. It hits him hard.
As he massages his head he notices a mirror lying inside his bed he takes it out and checks. His eyes are wide open and his mouth half closed.
"Wait, who is this?" He is shock to see that it's not him.
He looks closely a white guy with sharp nose, black hair and brown eyes. He is wearing a white colour t-shirt with his first button open.
He touches his face with curiosity on his mind. He stands up and looks at his body.
I feel... taller than before. He thinks.
Suddenly a sharp feeling hits him.
After which lots of things came inside his mind. He starts to getting memories about something, something that he those not remember. Words starts to evabourat on his mind like...
Cliffdon williams the son of Ackerman williams. Currently twenty five and is an unemployed person.
He graduated from the National University of Baskar and is currently searching for a job. Both of his parents got murdered and he is currently living with his younger sister who is sixteen years of age.
They live in an old apartment opened by his aunt. They are surviving because of his father's pension as he worked as an government lawyer.
The headache stops. Many things came inside his mind like the people he knew in this world, the knowledge and some experience about his past.
A gust of wind his him. He looks, it was coming from the open window. He goes to check and as he sees it he is shock to see an bright old city. Its night time and few people are walking on the streets and Horse dawn vehicles are going on the road.
After looking at it he was completely sure that this place was not Japan. As he looks a silent voice hits his ears, the echo flows and he hears something that said
CLIFFDON WILLIAMS
He touches his ears and murmured to himself. "Cliffdon williams, is that who I am?"
He suddenly scratches his head and thinks to himself that it might just be a silly dream and also it night time so he should just go back to sleep.
With confidence on his mind he lays down on his rusty bed and emetiatly goes to sleep.
He thought the next day he might wake on his own original body, but unfortunately that never happened.