I think I'm going to die.
Elliott's hands were drenched in sweat as he held hands with Scarlett, his school crush.
I seriously hope she doesn't notice. Why can't I stop myself from sweating!
Despite being 18 years old, he had never been on a date with a girl. In fact, he had hardly ever interacted with one. So the fact that he was holding hands with one of the most beautiful girls in his school was an unbelievable feeling.
"Today's really been great, Elliot. Though you seriously need to work on your bowling skills." She let out a cute laugh, and Elliot couldn't help but admire her face.
She brushed a strand of pink hair away from her eyes and looked at him, noticing his stare.
"Is something on my face?" she asked, and Elliot blushed, quickly looking away.
"No, no. You just look amazing," he replied, to his disbelief.
Since when did I become the confident guy?
Scarlett gave him a playful push on his shoulder as they continued to walk down the streets of Ironside.
The roads were dimly lit, and only a few cars passed by.
As they walked, he wondered how he had even managed to get himself into this situation.
A couple of days ago, when walking in the empty school corridors, Scarlett walked by and shot him a dazzling smile that he found irresistible.
Something had allowed him to muster up the courage to turn around and ask if she would like to go out sometime.
Elliot, being unpopular and easy to forget, thought she would simply walk by and ignore him. But to his surprise, her response was:
"I'd love to!"
Now, with the date over, he was holding hands with her while walking her to her home, which was only a few streets away.
Will I get to kiss her? he thought, which made his hands sweat even more.
"I have a question for you, Elliot," she said as they continued walking.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Why are you so quiet in school?"
As she asked the question, Elliot noticed something strange. Across the road, a man entered a building.
He was a tall figure, wearing a long black coat and hat, as well as a scarf that covered his face.
Nothing was strange about the attire; what caught Elliot's attention was that he was sure he had seen the same man for the past few days.
Perhaps I'm just imagining things. The chances of that are too low. Ironside is a large city.
"Elliot?" Scarlett said, turning to look at him.
Crap! I got distracted.
"I'm not too sure, to be honest. I think it's just a part of my character. Plus, it keeps me out of any drama," he replied, and Scarlett nodded her head in agreement.
"I wish I could be the same as you, left out of the drama. It's such a drag."
You wish you could be like me? That's the first time I've heard that.
Finally, they turned onto Scarlett's street, a long row of identical apartments, each roughly five stories tall.
The road was dimly lit, and no cars seemed to be passing by. They walked past a sign reading:
Trevor Street
Once outside of her apartment, they stopped and looked at each other.
"It really has been a great day, Elliot. I'm glad that you were the first boy I allowed to take me on a date."
Elliot thought he had heard wrong.
This is her first date as well? he said to himself.
"It's been a pleasure, Scarlett. Hopefully, I can take you out again sometime?" he asked, really pushing his luck.
She let out a soft chuckle and smiled at him, cute dimples in her cheeks on display.
He wondered what he looked like in her eyes.
Elliot always thought he looked average and forgettable: average build, black hair, brown eyes.
"Of course, whenever I'm next free, I will let you know. You have my number, right?"
I do, which is something else that I can't believe.
He nodded.
Then she stared at him, looking deep into his eyes, as though expecting something.
Wait, is this the moment where I'm supposed to lean in for a kiss? I've never done this before; how do I even go about it?
He leaned slightly forward and watched her close her eyes and do the same.
This is really happening, he thought. I'm seriously about to kiss Scarle-
Bang
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The next moment, Elliot awoke from a deep sleep, his head resting on a desk, drooling onto the surface.
His head pounded with pain as he sat up and looked at his surroundings.
"What... where am I? Wasn't I just on a date with Scarlett?"
He held his hand to his head, and his vision began to clear, revealing his surroundings.
This isn't my home? And why is my hair so long?
He pulled a strand down so he could see it.
It was white as snow.
Then, he looked at the room around him.
In front of the desk where he sat was a wall covered with countless photographs.
Upon further inspection, he was able to get a better look at what the photographs were:
Murder scenes?
There were hundreds of them, all displaying different bodies and the different ways they had been killed.
Then, he looked down at the desk and saw a license on its surface. The man in the photo was a white-haired man, aged 19. He was incredibly handsome, much more so than Elliot was.
He looked at the name on the card:
Victor Frost
Who is this? And what on earth is going on?
He turned around and realized that the room he sat in was a modest bedroom. By the bed was a full-body mirror.
He pushed himself to his feet, a wave of dizziness rushing through him, before slowly making his way to the mirror.
The sight that stared back at him made his heart sink into his stomach.
He wore a long black coat; his hair was white, and his eyes blue. He was also much taller than he was before.
This can't be. I've been transmigrated into the body of this Victor Frost.
Not only that, but when he looked at the bed, he saw three things.
First and second was a hat and scarf, the same ones he had seen worn by the man who had been following him for the past few days.
The third was a camera, and underneath it was a photo.
He reached over, lifting the photo from beneath the camera, and what he saw felt surreal.
It was a picture of Elliot's dead body, blood leaking from his head, his corpse lying outside Scarlett's house.
What on earth is going on?