I woke up in a kinda dark room, not sure where. Last thing I remember was some loud bangs and feeling like my time was up. But, surprise, I ain't dead. Instead, I'm this 16-year-old in Cleveland, USA. Weird, right?

"Where am I?" I said to no one in particular, my voice barely making a sound in the quiet room. Looked around, walls were sorta plain, had a vibe like they knew something.

I was all confused, like a storm in my head. "Transmigration? What's that even mean?" I thought, rubbing my head to shake off the weird feeling.

In this new room, I faced the fact—I'm not that old dude from before. Nope, now I'm this kid, a mixed 16-year-old. And the old me, he was a 39-year-old entrepreneur who got caught up in something bad in 2023. Lucky for me, I got a second shot at this life thing.

Checked out the pictures on the walls. Faces of people who are supposed to be my family—parents. "Mom, Dad," I whispered, feeling a bit sad. But the truth hit hard—they're gone. Just a few weeks since they left, and here I am, dealing with a whole new world alone.

In my past life, I was a dreamer, especially when it came to rap music. "Music was my escape," I thought, remembering nights filled with beats and rhymes. But success? Nah, that was a no-go. Started too late, missed chances, never got any hits. It was a constant letdown.

But hey, in this new beginning, I felt a little hope. Another shot at chasing my dreams, a chance to do things different. Cleveland's where it's happening, so I told myself—I'm gonna rewrite my story here.

Decided to go all-in on this new life, even got myself a new name, "Saint Ross." Born in 2002, Cleveland's gonna be the place where I turn things around.