(prelude)

So, the last thing I remember, I was driving home from work late at night. Then a light envelope the whole truck, the last words I said was "what the fuck"

I woke up and found myself in so much pain.

"hey little brother" someone said as they leaned on me

I opened my eyes and found myself covered in bandages on some bed that wasn't mine

"so, if mom and dad ask, you slipped off the balcony, we don't want anymore accidents, right little brother?" as he applies more weight on my body.

The door swings open, he quickly got off me as if nothing happened.

"mom and dad, Zain is awake, I came to make sure he was OK." he said all proudly.

"I guess I'm Zain " I thought.

"Well, I guess it good that you survived son, just don't take up too much time recovering, I don't want to waste anymore money on you, take care of your own wounds, since your still alive." said the man standing beside a woman,

so this is mess I have to adapt too, fuck this and fuck this family, I have to find out where the hell I am