I can't breathe.....why am I so cold?

This is the thought that entered Dean's head as he woke up. He tried many times to open his eyes, but to no avail.

It felt as if he was floating, like something was holding him still. Not only that, but what was the rough object that was tight around his throat?

Is this why I'm not able to breathe?

Dean touched the object around his neck and tried to pry it off. As he did this he heard something snap and he fell.

He fell two feet and hit his left cheek on a hard and cold floor. His breathing was now normal. After this Dean opened his eyes, finally finding the strength to do so.

Though as the 28 year old man did this it left him with more questions.

Where am I?

As you see, the room that Dean stared at was not his own. The room was very dim, only a little candle that sat on a desk by a wooden door providing light in the room.

The room that Dean was looking at, it was like a medieval room from those shows he would sometimes watch. The floor was made of concrete, beside him stood a very thin and not to tall bed.

Confused, Dean slowly got up from the ground and stood up. When he did this, Dean then felt the the rough object on his neck. His heart sank when he realized what it was.

A noose?

Dean looked up, and sure enough, a rope hung from the metal bar above, it's bottom frayed and missing.

With this Dean sat down on the bed.

What the hell is going on?! Where the actual fuck am I? Why was I hanging?

As Dean was thinking of possible answers a stinging pain started up in his head. He held his head in pain, though as this pain continued his head was filled with memories. Though these memories were not his.

After this Dean Kruger finally understood what has happened to him. Though he couldn't believe it was his reality.

"Have I been transmigrated?"

Dean had heard of the concept of it before from some of his colleagues at work. Though he never really understood how it would work, and now that it had happened to him he was more confused.

Shit! So I'm in a damn world that I won't know shit about! Just great. Though those memories....are they from the original owner of this body?

Dean then went to the desk where the candle stood. He sat at the desk and went over all the information he had been given about this body.

Name: Suon Kwidish

Age: 19

Occupation: Jester For Hire

Title: None

Family: 1 sister

Background: Grew up in poverty in the country of Wirmin. He was sold by his parents at the age of 12, since then he has been a Jester. After buying his freedom at 15, he traveled with a circus until 18. For the past year he has been traveling from Inn to Inn drinking. He had been depressed for a while.

As Dean remembered the occupation of Suon he begun to feel the clothes he wore. He then looked at his clothes, he wore bright red, motley clothing. His sleeves were large and pointed, his breeches tight. He then felt the top of his head, and there he realized he also wore a fool's cap with bells at each and every point.

You gotta be kidding me. This kid has to got more clothes in his suitcase right?

Dean got up and made his way to the suitcase that's looked out from under the bed. As he opened it the first item he saw was a large and very nice looking dagger, golden patterns on the weighed handle.

Dean began to examine the blade throughly.

How did this kid manage to get a weapon like this? I thought he was a peasant.

Though Dean wanted an answer to his thought he knew for now it had to remain unanswered. So for now Dean set the knife down on the bed and continued to look through the suitcase. Thus far all the clothing that Dean had found were just the same thing he wore just in different colors.

Damn this kid really stuck to his act as a Jester.

As Dean got to the bottom of the suitcase he saw something that caught his eyes. There laying at the bottom of the suitcase was a light deck of Tarot cards. He grabbed the deck and spread them out on the bed. In total there was 5 Tarot cards.

Wait a second....what the hell am I looking at?

Dean questioned as he took a second look at the Tarot cards. All of the 5 Tarot cards that he had spread out on the bed, did not exist to his knowledge.

The Peasant

The Drunken

The Innocent

The Prisoner

The Fear

As Dean looked at the cards the more he wondered just exactly what did this new world have to offer? Just then there was a knock on the door.

Oh yeah I forgot this kid was staying at an Inn

"Yes sire?! Do you need anything?" Dean asked the person on the other side. Dean felt embarrassed listening to the high pitched voice that he now had.

"Yeah, you need to help serve some of the customers this evening is more packed than the last! It's your fault that you ain't have no coins pal!" The Inn owner said.

Dean then quickly started to put his things back in the suitcase. Though as Dean was about to put the dagger in the suitcase he clenched it.

No....I don't know what kind of people are in this place gotta be safe.

Dean grabbed the noose from his neck and put it on his arm. He was making a holster on his forearm for the dagger. After making sure his sleeve was over the dagger he blew out the candle.

Well guess it's time to go now...cheers to my new life....and my new tomorrow.

With this Dean approached the door and opened it and exited the room.