When I finally got my vision back, I immediately looked around my surroundings.
I felt relieved that nothing had happened.
But the weird thing is, the book that I am holding was gone?
No, that's not it. I looked around again, and..
"What the actual ■■ is this?"
Wait, is this real? It's impossible!
I refuse to believe this.
"Am I dreaming right now?
I slapped myself so many times to check if I was dreaming.
Because that's the only possible thing that would explain what's happening right at this moment.
And the result is, yes, I am definitely 'not dreaming' right now.
Are you kidding me?
Have I really, finally, become that '■■' character now?
So, what am I supposed to do from now on?
I'm not like him.
We're so different from each other.
If this is the only way I can get answers to my questions, I would definitely refuse to have an answer.
Curse my mind for thinking about something like that.
Oh well, I guess there's nothing I can do now.
First things first, the most important thing is to stay alive.
I don't know what will happen to me if I ever die, so I will live.
I will do everything in my power so I can keep on living. I can't let myself die here.
But, what do I do now?
I don't know when or where the story would start!
Thus, this is how the story, my story, started.