"I know, I know, I'm driving, my eyes are on the roa-", *CRASH*, lights flashed in his eyes then everything blanked.

'Cough'. He woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily and then calmed down,' it was all a dream. What a cruddy dream! - as if my life is not hard en-'. He finally registered his surroundings; it was different from his normal tiny apartment. It looked expensive, the walls were a white color and gold faded at the bottom. There were three doors inside the room; on the north, west and southwest of his bed, the one closest to his bed looked smaller than the others. 'click' The door on the north of his bed opened and an old man came in, "Master-oh, you're awake. Good morning, would you like for me to put on your water, how you like it?", the man said while walking up to the curtains to pull them apart. The man on the bed shrieked at the sudden bright light shining in the room, "Close it, please!", he yelped, and the curtains were at once let down to their original position. He regained his composure and then let out a small 'thank you'. He got up and that is when he noticed the hair falling to his back, he touched it and pulled it up to his face, 'mauve'. He moved to the bathroom and shut the door, "This seems familiar", he said to himself in a low tone.

My name was Noah meaning rest or comfort, but I had never felt comfort due to my poor luck as people called it. My dad died in his workplace as an engineer when a sturdy material fell on his head or, so I was told because his body was found the next day. My mother started mistreating me as soon as I became mentally awake much to my displeasure and I could not do anything about it until she passed away when I turned sixteen. She left me enough money for college, but I continued to study in high school until I was able to get a scholarship. I did get that scholarship. I had just gotten a girlfriend at age twenty and was going home from work as a cashier, during the day I had forgotten the time we were meant to end work and stayed cleaning up after reading a book called 'The Angel Prince's Facade'. On the way home, I got into a car accident and was transported to that god-forsaken novel, I do not know why that novel was a bestseller. The novel revolves around a weak-bodied prince who the masses of their territory believe is innocent due to his cute appearance and honey-tongue. He acts like he cannot fight but then when the territory is attacked during his elder brother's coronation, he springs into action and turns into a blood-thirsty savage; very terrifying if you ask me. Anyways, blah-blah-blah, the masses still see him as cute, but they now know he has a vicious side; but that's just volume one I read and now I am in that book as the savage badly written protagonist away from my girlfriend and my job that pays poorly but pays. At least this place is rich.