a truck.
a stupid fucking truck.
i died
so fast?not fair.
but life is not fair.
Is that my fate? So...lame
i wish to die in a mysterious way
i want to be trouble even in Death, everyone trying to discover my case..
huh, that's gonna be awesome.
...
"...what time are you going to send me now?"
...
"who am i...?"
...
"why am i here?!-"
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A yawn sounded from a lazy, sleepy figure in the luxurious bedroom. The figure slowly stirred awake. He lazily got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. What he saw in the water's reflection was not his "face."
It was someone else's—but it still felt like his.
The man slowly washed his face, trying to freshen up after sleeping.
The figure was decent: average dark-brown hair in a simple cut, and average dark-brown eyes with an almond shape. The height, though... was not normal. What kind of height was this? he thought even an average ten-year-old would tower over this body... well not literally but still...
The man looks around the bathroom and quietly walks out, returning to his bedroom. He looks around the room, attempting to observe how things work there.
"Weird… this somehow feels familiar..."
He clicks his tounge in annoyance while looking out the window.
"when will this body give me its memories?"
He mumbles under his breath because he know for sure if the soul body is gone at least they will give a record of the brain even if it's just a piece of it...right....?
Knock, knock.
"Young master?"
…Shit.