The streets appeared crowded as individuals of various shapes and sizes interacted, listened to music, performed remarkable stunts to wow people online, sold steaming food, and the sounds of chains and cash filled the pockets and necks of young and old.
In the lonely alleyway that smelled of feces and piss, in the remote nook of the bustling city. A boy's head was the source of a puddle of new blood; he had hair that was all white with snippets of black at the end.
His face was covered in bruises, especially on his lips and eyes, and his pupils lacked light, giving the appearance of empty, deep eyes.
The silence was lonely, broken only by the light from a high-rise apartment building and a back door light.
Adjacent to the corpse were many plastic containers perfectly intact with food and medication. Abruptly, the lights at the back flickered on and off, and the light abruptly stopped working. The surrounding shadows danced and waved as they attacked the boy's body right away, exploding into little bits and pieces of globe glass that fell to the ground.
After they vanished, the boy's eyes became open. The dark eyes glowed and the blood bubbled and boiled its way back to the site of the wound. The youngster attempted to move his body as he noticed the odd occurrence with the blood in the corner of his eyes, feeling as though time had stopped.
However, upon discovering that he could only move his head, the boy thought, "Ouch, argh, my head hurts." 'My whole is burning; my face is loaded with flames,' he added.
Fortuitously, a reflected garbage can lid was positioned close to his right. He stared at his reflection and added inwardly, 'Is that my face, why do I appear like that; did those guys give plastic surgery as a scam; Yeah, that must be it'
He concentrated on his body and what portions he could move; he could move his arms, fingers, and hands, but his legs gradually came to life. So he started pushing himself slowly with his upper body in an attempt to wake up.
Because his legs were still healing, he was able to stand as he sat and stared at the blood that was bubbling and boiling like water in a kettle as it slowly withdrew. He grabbed the trashcan top to use as a mirror so he could see what was currently going on.
"So that's where the pain was coming from, was I shot?" he thought as the blood started retreating into the back of his head, he had been holding in his horror until he realized what was going on.
After some time, his skull was completely free of blood, leaving just a hole in the back. He reached out to touch the hole, but then a quick flashback of memories materialized, and he found himself clutching his head while silently screaming in thought.
He was badly beaten and stabbed in the back of the head with a metal rod after running with food and medication after those episodes.
"So I passed away and resurrected." "Who killed me, why did they kill me, and why do I look different?" he questioned himself. He continued as a thought sprung into his empty head.
Grabbing the garbage once more, he turned to face his reflection and noticed something seriously wrong with the way he looked.
"Why do I look so young, I thought the guys gave me a plastic surgery but judging by the tip bits of flashbacks I had went I touched my head, I didn't get a plastic surgery" he exclaimed loudly.
"Also this face doesn't look like me when I was young and the hair color is strange and doesn't suit my taste" he additionally stated.
Then, trying to stand up, he placed the trashcan top on the ground and got up on his two feet. He had another wave of memories play out in his mind, but this time he was finally certain that they were his.
He was blindfolded while a cast of voices narrated his story—that of a soldier kidnapped by terrorists and set up to serve as an example on national television. As they removed the blindfold, he noticed a woman on his right with tears in her eyes and a gun pointing at her head.
She was fatally shot before having a chance to speak. He eventually lost it as her body struck the hard concrete, trying to retaliate by throwing himself at the recording equipment and shattering a camera. Subsequently, he was blindfolded once more and taken to a dungeon in the basement, where he was subjected to abuse and ultimately allowed to perish.
But his obstinate arse never gave up, and after covertly carrying a piece of broken glass in his mouth and using it to sever the ropes, he ambushed and killed the terrorist members in one day and night.
His one regret, which stemmed from his wounds, was that he should have paid more attention to his father's sermons about doing good deeds to improve the world.
When he eventually learned that he was a soldier who died on the job and wished to have a normal life full of love and happiness, his recollections were filled with shock and sadness. He felt the back of his skull once more and more memories emerged as he inhaled.
Lesley Dorn, a combat veteran, assumed the identity of Brandon Wilson and resided in a new body. Lesley stood up and took hold of the plastic bag containing the food and medication after seeing part of the boy's memories and learning that he had been beaten to death by several people.
He emerged from the alleyways, following the sound of cars honking, music, and people conversing.
To his astonishment, he discovered himself on a street full of people, some with fur on their faces and dog-like features sniffing the street vendor's food with glee and hunger, pale skin and red-eyed human with two upper fangs biting down a cherry apple as he licked off the juices that tickled his tongue, a green-skinned lady with long white spaghetti hair was selling apples while a little boy with the same nose and color was practicing his dribbles with an old dirty football.
Finally, a large, visible screen showed a human man and a person with elegant skin reporting that a "drug cartel" named 'Agent 6' has been terrorizing the citizens and police.
'What the actual mayhem, is this place and why are people fairy-tale creatures' he asked inwardly as a sudden realization hit him as he added:
"Have I been transmigrated and put in a modern fantasy?" he asked himself with both confusion and glee in his eyes as he stared at the wonder of the world.