Planewalkers

Amon was very happy with how things were going. He got his degree, joined a firm straight out of law school and was already on his way to becoming a criminal prosecutor before 30. Things were going great, especially after he managed to put a corrupt pig behind bars for a hit-and-run case. So, when he decided to take his first vacation in 5 years to South America, he had already braced himself to waking up on an unfamiliar bed but this was way different than what he expected.

"Fuck!" Amon couldn't stop himself from cursing after realizing the situation he was in.

He clearly remembered sleeping inside a hotel in Rio de Janiro but now he woke up in a different bed with memories that did not belong to him. Thinking he was dreaming, Amon tried to recall what he did after he returned to the hotel, but all he could remember were the memories of this body. His current body belonged to a boy named Li with no last name. The kid had been roughed up by other street kids until an old man spotted them. The last thing he remembered was being picked up by the man before the boy lost consciousness.

Amon got off the bed and looked around. His throat was parched but considering the situation, the first thing he wanted to do was find someone who could explain what happened to him. The room only had a table and what barely qualified to be called a bed. He also saw a mirror hanging above the table so he decided to check his current appearance.

The boy Li had very pale skin that almost made him look sick. His body was so thin that it looked like it would be blown away by a gust of wind. His memories were able to explain his appearance. Li was abandoned on the streets by his parents right after he was born so he didn't have the faintest idea about them. He had been raised in an orphanage in the slums until he was 6, when the orphanage decide to throw him out. After that, he had lived off eating food off trash cans. The kids had decided to beat him up yesterday because they thought he had gotten a whole loaf of bread and wasn't sharing it with them.

'This body would qualify as a pretty boy if only it had more meat on his face. Then again, if the face really had more meat, it would have been impossible to keep my asshole intact back on the streets.' , He shuddered at the thought.

Amon was about to turn around when he felt a massive headache. He clutched his head and closed his eyes trying to ignore the pain but it became more prominent. He was trying to walk back to bed and sleep when he heard,

'Complete the task and return to my domain if you want answers.'

Then, he passed out.