Well, this is weird. Yeah, I think it is really weird. I'm in a body that shouldn't belong to me. Others in my position would probably freak out but I'm okay. I've read a few transmigration and rebirth stories, they were so many that everyone in the world knew about it.
But this is weird. You might wonder why I keep using the word 'weird'. It's weird because in those stories, the characters that usually transmigrate or are reborn most often had bad luck in their previous lives or died tragically. Generally, their previous lives just were not anything to write home about.
But, this is weird because my life was a pretty great life. I had parents who loved me and supported my dreams, an older sister who loved me. I was about to fulfill my dream of going to one of the best culinary schools in the world, I literally had just a week till I had to resume there to study. So to celebrate, I went out with some of my good friends to party, of course, I'd gotten a bit drunk. The last thing I remembered was getting home in the morning around 4 am and going to sleep. So why am I here? WHY AM I HERE?!
Oh I should probably introduce myself. My name is Louis, Louis Potter. No, I'm not a relative of Harry Potter, I had enough of the teasing in school. My parents are well-to do and I'm the last of two children and I just turned 18. My dream is 'or was' to be a five star chef and I was on my way to achieving that dream. And I woke up a few hours ago in a very strange place. At first I thought I was dreaming so I just closed my eyes, then I tried pinching my self, you know, the whole trying to wake yourself up from something you think is a dream. It wasn't a dream. I was in a pretty shabby bedroom that looks like those tatami rooms, on a somewhat hard bed. I was garbed in a white robe? I think it's a robe, kinda looks like those clothes that Chinese actors wear in historical movies.
Hmm, back to the present. It's been a few hours since I woke up in this strange place and I'm not freaking out, I'm actually really calm. It's easy for me to accept that I've transmigrated to some place or world. But shouldn't there be like a memory replay or something, to let me know whose body I'm in or some backstory or anything. Right, where is my system? The stories always had systems given to the main character, where's mine? There's something I like though, that's my hair, my waist length hair. It's so long, I've always wanted hair this long.
I have servants too, two of them, a male and female. They look like twins and they call me 'young master' so it looks like I'm from a rich family. But, from what I've seen so far, this body is probably not favored by the family because his room is so shabby and the house is so small. It looks like a shed. It has 2 very small bedrooms, a tiny room that looks like a study as there are a few books in it, a tiny kitchen, and a tiny living area. I still don't have the relevant memories though and I'm scared to speak or ask because I don't know anything. It's been a few hours, I think, there's no clock or anything. I should try and look around, maybe there's a diary or something that will help me know more about my situation. And if there is none, I'll just ask.
Well, let's explore then. I decide to go to the room that looks like a study. I see a book on the table, looks like a notebook or a diary. Finally, a clue. I sit on the chair and pick it up. But, as I pick up the book, I get this gut wrenching headache, it's so painful. I start seeing images, moving black and white images, like an old movie. A thought goes through my mind that this might be the memories I need.