Awakening...

Although the sound was faint, it seemed like it was raining. 

My senses were dull. I could feel my body soaked by what seemed to be the constant downpour. As I slowly opened my eyes, the dampness wasn't the only thing I noticed: my body also felt incredibly heavy. 

I couldn't see anything. 

Too heavy. 

I tried to move, groaning with the effort to get out of there, only to realize that the weight pressing on me far exceeded what my body, in its current condition, could handle. 

"What the hell?" I muttered, anger growing with every second I remained trapped. 

With more strength and determination, I kept trying. Finally, I managed to move. I pulled out one hand, then the other, and felt what seemed to be a soft surface. Bracing against it with all my strength, I pushed myself out of whatever was trapping me. 

And I fell. 

I felt my face hit the wet, muddy ground. Coughing, I spat out some mud that had gotten into my mouth and rolled onto my back. Gradually, my vision began to clear, as did my senses. My limbs, once useless, started to regain some strength. 

When I could finally see clearly, I found myself face to face with a towering, dark sky filled with stormy rainclouds, threatening to unleash their fury directly onto me. 

I took a deep breath of the cold air, savoring every aspect of this strange, raw moment I was experiencing. 

"So... it is what it is, right?" I whispered, a bitter smile spreading across my face, almost splitting it in two. 

I got up slowly, careful not to worsen the exhaustion that still gripped my body. However, as soon as I stood, a sharp pain shot through my head like an arrow. A torrent of memories surged into my mind. 

It wasn't just any flow; it was a chaotic flood that left me disoriented, lost. 

I fell to the ground again, writhing in the mud as my entire world spun. 

"Argh!" Another groan escaped my lips, this time full of frustration and pain. 

Breathing heavily, I swallowed hard, forcing myself to try again. But once more, the ground welcomed me. 

I'm Michael. Or at least I was... before I was reincarnated into this universe for no apparent reason. It all started with a roulette wheel. Many nerds would recognize it as that classic cliché tool: a blessing in disguise that defines your fate in another world. 

First, the world roulette. 

Chainsaw Man was the result. 

Next, the universe that would define my character. 

Jujutsu Kaisen. 

Finally, the character roulette. From Satoru Gojo to Yuji Itadori, even Sukuna—they were all there. 

I can't deny I was excited. Seeing those possibilities spinning in front of me was too much. My lips moistened at the thought of being Sukuna or maybe Hakari with his 4 minutes and 11 seconds of temporary immortality. 

But luck is a bitch. 

The result was Suguru Geto. The psychotic madman with the ability to manipulate curses. 

"Well... it's not so bad, right?" I told myself at the time, trying to console myself. After all, they promised the character's abilities would be adapted to the power scale of the world I was being sent to. 

I sighed. 

It wasn't as OP as Infinity or as broken as Sukuna's slashes, but at least the technique had potential. 

The god watching me barely contained a mocking smile. Or maybe it was just my imagination. 

And now I'm here. In this shitty world. 

Staring up at the sky, I let the furious raindrops lash against my face and body. The cold began to numb me little by little. 

I stayed there, motionless, for several minutes. 

"I'm hungry..." I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. 

The bitter smile that had adorned my face faded. Reluctantly, I forced myself to stand up, feeling every fiber of my body protest. I looked around. 

What I saw was desolation. 

A small, devastated town. Collapsed houses, burned shops, and cars were crushed as if by some overwhelming force. 

"Huh? What the hell happened here?" 

Turning around, I noticed something. I had emerged from a pile of bodies. Humans, are stacked like garbage. 

I didn't react like a "normal" person would. I didn't scream, I didn't vomit. Maybe it was the effect of fusing with Suguru Geto and his insensitivity to death. Or maybe I just didn't care. 

Among the corpses were people dressed casually, in office attire, and even children. Civilians. 

One detail caught my attention: one of the bodies was holding a still-lit phone. A keypad device. Probably a Nokia. I picked it up carefully, trying not to break it further. 

The screen displayed something that froze me: 

November 18, 1984.

My throat tightened. Now I understood why I had appeared here. 

I couldn't imagine how police stations had managed to survive the Gun Devil's attack. The level of destruction around me was overwhelming. 

The truth is, I don't know much about Chainsaw Man. The characters, their stories, and the specific details always escaped me. However, the major events—the ones that completely changed the world of this story—were those I knew. Even if only superficially, like echoes from anime clips I'd once watched. 

I'm an avid fan of those fragments. Typical content from a certain short video app, with no context but brimming with emotion. I didn't need to know everything; some things were enough just to feel. 

As I dragged my feet through the muddy ground, the details of my surroundings began to hit me harder. The design of the buildings, the air of desolation, and above all, a barely visible sign a few meters away. Damaged and half-destroyed, but still legible, it read: 

"Public Safety" in striking red. 

I looked up when I heard a siren. The police were near. 

"I can't believe it..." 

As I shuffled forward, a realization struck me: 

My hands.

They were smaller, softer. My body too. Lighter. I hadn't noticed until now, but everything pointed to one obvious conclusion. 

A child. 

I approached a broken piece of glass, picked it up, and looked at my reflection. 

I paled. 

"Suguru Geto... So this is what he looked like as a child," I murmured. 

This body had been reconstructed after its original owner's death, likely following the Gun Devil's attack, so I could inhabit it. 

I looked up at the sky. 

"What do I do now?".

My brain began to race, quickly evaluating what to do next.

If the police discovered there was a survivor of the Gun Devil's attack, they would probably send me to an orphanage.

Come to think of it, that wasn't the worst option. Better that than nothing.

I let out a sigh and, with some resignation, turned on my heel, walking toward the sound of the sirens.

With a sigh, I started walking toward the sound of the sirens. Something was stalking me; I could feel it. But I didn't know what it was. As I moved forward, the cold wind and rain kept my mind sharp. 

The sirens grew louder. A police car stopped in front of me at some point—I hadn't even noticed. Before I could process what was happening, a sharp pain shot through my head. 

Darkness enveloped me. 

And I collapsed again, unconscious.