Albert Stewart a typical 56 year old office worker in Russia finding himself at a bus stop waiting for his bus, trivial as he has taken this route thousands of times to work and back.

"well another day at the office i guess"

Albert steped on the bus and can't help but feel a bit bored and melanclic as there is nothing really new to see so he just steared out the window at the city he so lowthed.

"man i realy have to find something to do with my life this back and forth is too monotones i miss the days were i was a child in my fathers workshop in the contryside fresh air and all the nice trinkets to tinker with"

it was true he hated how his life ended up after the army working a office job from 9/5 going home eating,sleeping,waking up going to work rise and repet. he was sick of it althow its not like he had any altornatives.

sudenly the bus exelerated past a redlight as if the breaks had failed, the the bus came to an abrupt stop, when albert opened his eyes he found a large piece of metal sticking out of his chest, he only said two words before he lost consciousness.

"OH FUCkkkk...

when albert woke up the first thing he saw was a gray wall he tried to stand up but he found himself frail and weak, as if he hadn't eaten in days. every movement was agony, like he was trying to move in a suit made of lead.

" what...is happening. where am I...

out of knowere he felt as if his head was about to explowed, memorys someones memorys..no His memorys came flooding in his mind as if someone was pouring hot oil on his brain.

"AGA....huh....so..it seems this isn't my original body, ...well that explains the weakness and from what i can tell from this body's fogy memory's.....I AM SO FUCKED.

he didn't want to belive it but he was now inhabiting the body of Alexandrove Bellkenien, who apparently died in the slums of the city of Lanthan also known as the black mines from nothing more then starvation.

" ok first things first, when you are in a unknown place you always check your seroundings and then yourself."

saing so he got up with some difficulty to check his seroundings what he found made him want to cry of dispare, he was in a distopian 1920s like industrial city that seemed to be run by one very large sentral tower that could be seen fo hundreds of kilomiters the only other thing that compared in size was the ginormous wall that seemed to be around 40 meters high with what looked like artilary guns on top.

"well...shit ok so it seems am in some sort of dystopian horror world"

" well that's kind of rude to say to the city that is currently protecting your ass!"

"shit...sorry"

he was mumbling to himself and it looks like the locals took notice, he disided to search around and see if he can find a placed to stay that is a bit safer then the street, he found a building that seemed to be for rent that looked half dissent but then he remembered a rather important thing...

"...ow yeah am broke, how do I get money here "

" get a job smart ass...how else can you get money "

he once again was mumbling, and a passing kid answered his question 

" thanks for the obvious kid but were am i supposed to apply for one ?"

the child looked at Alexandrove as if he asked the oddest question ever, its like he was talking to an idiot.

"ahh....the bored's? were else?....are you new here or something ?"

"no...but thank you"

the kid left not paying any mind to the idiot, while Alexandrove checked on his condition, he was wearing an old flapper style shirt with no collar a pair of dark gray worn down trousers with button suspenders, wool socks and old black dress boots. apart from that he had nothing.

as he was heading for the bored's with the help of the locals he passed by a shop with glass windows and finally saw his reflection.

his features were deep but otherwise looked young around the age of 20....ish with short blond hair and gray eyes, he also had a bit of a stubble as if he just started to shave.

" well...am not bad looking but its official...am diffidently going insane.