I found myself lying in my bed with an annoyed look plastered on my face. My guitar resting near the bed.
In the last few days, he'd come to understand that felt unsettling in this the new life he was living
He was broke.
Although the original Luka had a job, being a student pizza delivery guy ever since he awoke in his new body he never once went there, drying out the previous savings the Luka before him had on exercise equipment
Sure, he had memories of his past life. He had knowledge, strategy, and an acute sense of how people worked. But he needed influence, connections, a way to manipulate the pieces on the board.
He needed people.