With the first step completed, the rest became much easier. Finally, Roger fully enveloped his body through the infiltration of his soul.
Then, he completely "woke" up.
Before he could examine his injuries, the next moment, a chaotic torrent surged into the calm of his consciousness—disjointed and utterly unfamiliar memories barged into his mind.
"This is..."
Startled, Roger managed to keep his consciousness steady. He endured the first wave of memory intrusion, stabilized himself, and quickly skimmed through the main pieces of information.
"Henrik..."
"This isn't my body!"
Shocked, Roger snapped his eyes open!
The surroundings were dim. Faint light filtered through his eyes, reaching his nerves. At that moment, Roger finally understood why waking up had taken such an agonizingly long time.
Because the body he occupied now wasn't the one he originally owned.
It belonged to a stranger named Henrik.
