Sam jumped.
The moment he touched the white floor, he got inside the body of a man inside a room. The man was sleeping inside the room. When he entered the man's body, he looked around.
He was inside the hotel room. He gazed out of the window. It was night. The full moon was shining brightly, casting its rays on the balcony of the room.
His bed was beside the balcony. He got out of bed and looked up. The clock ticked 12. It was 12 am. He had woke up in the middle of the night.
His room was very messy. He walked around the room, investigating every corner of the room. There was suitcase full of clothes. The room was small. Just enough for a person to live.
A bed, a table and a TV were everything in the room. His vision was blurry. His memory was getting fuzzy. He went inside the attached washroom and peed.
He was thirsty. He was suffering from hangover. He got out of the washroom. He noticed that the room was dark.
He thought, "How come I didn't notice that the room was dark beforehand? And why am I having a hangover? I guess this the part of the game. Maybe I'll play along the game."
He mistakenly kicked a mug of beer made of steel. He was about to shout, "Ouch!" But he thought attracting attention would do no good but just raise many questions on him.
He lied on the bed and pressed his head with both of his hands. He tried remembering the memories of past of this game.