[The end is coming sooner than we thought! It's not far from our sight! We shouldn't be blinded by the peace we have now!!! -Prophet]

The young man, who was looking at his cellphone screen while lying in bed, couldn't help but laugh inside his head. Sometimes, he felt that the Prophet was a terrorist. His prediction somehow overlaps with certain events in the world, while others could be brushed off as coincidence because of his vague words, some are predetermined attacks that could only be known by the terrorist.

The young man turned off the screen of his phone and decided to put it down and close his eyes. He just had his fill of entertainment from reading those heated comments from the lovers and haters of the Prophet.

His day was complete and sleep was calling at him. It was already past 2 am. He decided to sleep already.

He fell asleep unknowingly, but soon woke up when he felt something strange.

He felt something weird was happening with his body. He "opened" his eyes but he knew they were kept shut. It felt the same as when he got sleep paralysis. His eyes were closed but he could "see" his surroundings. However, this time, while "looking" at his body he felt fear creep inside him. There was a light glowing on top of him, slowly descending on his body.

He tried to scream for help but no voice came out of his mouth.

Not that anyone would come to him.

He was living alone.

For the first time in his life, he felt regret. He was only eighteen years old. He had been lazy all his life after experiencing too much. He closed himself in his own world as a defense mechanism, little did he know his life would be fleeting.

As soon as the light glow finally descended and merged in his body, only darkness welcomed him.

***

*Ughh…* the young man struggled to open his eyes. When he finally opened his light brown eyes, he immediately felt a painful poking feeling inside his head.

*Damn, this hurts like hell.* Still struggling, he forced himself to stand up.

He frowned, somehow confused, feeling of familiarity and unfamiliarity colliding with him.

He immediately thought of the historical western era where people are dressed fancy with suits and bulging dresses. The room he was in was old brick stone, he could even feel the heat from the fireplace near him.

He immediately knew he didn't live here. As if everything here was foreign. But somehow, he knew them because he learned them from history…?

*Where am I?* He racked his head as he surveyed the area but immediately his mind stopped at a crucial question. *Who am I?*

He couldn't remember. He just knew he didn't belong there, but he couldn't remember his origin.

Before he could even feel any fear, another intense pain assaulted his head. Making him collapse on his knees. He wanted to scream, but no voice came to his mouth as he felt countless foreign memories invade his brain.

*W-what is happening? I know this isn't normal at all! Ahhh!!!*

The man collapsed to the floor with confusion and pain in his mind

***

Cold floor was the thing that he first felt. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the familiar place he was in. He furrowed his brows. Now, everything felt familiar, but he still knew he didn't belong there. It felt like his empty brain got injected with memories he didn't own. It was a really weird feeling.

*Sho Chad. What a name. It doesn't feel like I own it at all. Who am I for real? What in the world is happening?*

He checked his brain with his new found memories. He recalled the place he was in. Sho, the memory that got injected into him, lives in a castle-like place. He is fanatic of historical Western culture, that's why when he inherited his father's castle, he decided to stay there. He remodeled the place so that electricity would be available, but also retained the lamps, fireplaces and the castle aura.

Sho was the sole heir of Allen Chad and Himiko Tanaka. Although, Chad Family wanted to take over every bit of inheritance of Sho, they were ward off. Thus, Sho became a closed off rich kid. He suffered too much from people around him that he decided it was best to stay in his castle. Alone. Away from everyone.

Maids and gardeners would come twice in a week to clean the castle. Even though he has a car of his own, Sho preferred to take public transportation. He was plain lazy to drive or hire a driver.

He couldn't help his lips from twitching up.

He somehow felt something was weird. But from the memory injected in him, he also felt that everything was normal. Modernized era. That's what the era is called. Electricity, planes, bullet trains and phones were normal. There's a lot of choices for everyone to enjoy.

He shook his head. He has a lot of information, but nothing seems to answer his question.

He frowned as that specific sound echoed in his head. He knew that it didn't come from Sho's memories. He looked around, but he couldn't find where that came from. It felt like it came inside his head, but that was weird. In Sho's memories, there was nothing about random voices in their head. That's only applicable if someone was hallucinating or delusional…

*Maybe, my imagination? This isn't good… I need information. I feel that I'm missing something big.*

And he instinctively knew what he needed to do to gain more knowledge.

He needed to assume he is Sho Chad. No. He needed to become Sho Chad. To gather more data. To survive in this unknown world.

He silently prayed for the soul of Sho Chad who seems to have died while sleeping. It was an unfortunate case, but the young man was the reason why he was able to take consciousness now.

He tried his best to put his guilt at the back of his mind.

*Sho* stood up. He needed to prepare himself. He wanted to get answers to his questions.