??? POV
"Fuckers, if I am going to die. I am going to take you with me," shouted a young man who was just laying peacefully in his bed.
After shouting his lungs out, he woke up from his sleep with a bewildered expression on his face.
He kept looking around him with confused eyes as he doesn't understand what is going on around him.
Seeing himself in a strange place and strange bed. He stood from the bed and started to check all over his body.
When he moved his right hand and found that he can move it freely without any obstructions. He couldn't help but shed some tears from his eyes.
The last time he checked, he should have long lost his right hand. It has been a long time since he got used to not having it.
After making sure his body is okay, he started to remember where he was and what he was doing before.
"Isn't this the hotel room that I stayed in 30 years ago?" asked the young man himself.
"Strange," he kept muttering to himself such words.
"Did I go back in time?"
