A rainy day

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The sound of the heavy rain outside washed away any other noise. The rain clouds were plentiful on the sky, blocking out the bright sunlight from above and giving the world a dim atmosphere. The world seemed sorrow at this moment, mourning for something that wasn't there.

Lou Reinder sat before the window and observe this white rain. Reflected on the window was a tired face, as if the person has not sleep for several days straight. Lying on the floor was many different items for daily use making the room feel disorganized. He picked up a small notebook not far away and open up to a familiar page:

"For those who managed to read this, you'll get to inherit my legacy. I'll leave everything to you and I wish you the best of luck as the new 'Calamity'."

Reading the page, he felt agitated, his hand wanting to throw the book again once more. Reinder felt like it was absurd, one day he was happily chatting away with his colleagues and he was in a strange house at another. He took another look at his face.

A pair of cold and calculating eyes, his long green hair that reached his waist and a emotionless face reminding one of a robot. This sure as hell wasn't the bald middle age man he was before. His strange purple iris stared back at him through the reflection, strengthening the feeling of alienation in his heart.

Reinder look at the old and ancient grandfather clock at the corner of the room, revealing the time to be 13:09 pm. It has been a total of 4 days since he transferred into this new body and he was irritated and concerned. There was no sign of him returning back to his old self making him even more impatient.

For the last few days he has only occasionally left this room, either for food or bathrooms purposes. The time he spent to explore this house was small but he was still able to gather some information.

The house he was in has 2 floor, his room and other private space was on the second floor while the guest room and the living room was down at the first, with the exception being the kitchen which is situated on the first floor.

His mood wasn't good and the rain wasn't helping it either. Being stuck in this strange situation, living in another body while in the middle of nowhere, how could he possibly be happy?

Reinder look back at the notebook at his hand, this thing most likely contained answers to his situation. In fact, he has already read through it and have an accurate grasp on his situation. The author of the book is called Samson. They wanted to find a successor for their properties thus they created a ritual to bring a dead soul from somewhere in the universe into their body. The rest of the book is just about their many inheritances.

Have you understood why Reinder was so unhappy? The book stated that a dead soul would be being into Samson body, which means he was dead. Dead? How could he died all of a sudden?! He was still 46, not very young but certainly not old enough to randomly drop dead. He still got his old geezer to take care of so how could he pass away before him?

Yet the truth was always painful. He was here now, forcefully pulled far away from any familiar scenery he was used to. He spent his first day in denial, his second day crying and his third day lost. It was now his fourth day and he must accept it now.

Reinder was dead and he was now Samson. He must accept his new identity if he wanted to live. But now what? His family, friends and goals were all left behind at Earth. Now that he was here, what should he do? Enjoy life? Sightseeing? His life that was so vibrant was now so empty. He regret not bringing his old man to vacation in the last few years, something that he won't have the chance to do now.

Reinder stared at the rain with unfocus eyes, the misty fog gives one a feeling of separation. At this moment, he mourned for the death of 'himself' and the birth of a new 'him'. The unfocused eyes gradually focused again.

He still wasn't ready to live in this new world. If possible, he still wishes to find a way back into his old world. But he'll have to live here first before being able to do something.

He took a quills pen that laid neatly on the ground and dip it in the ink bottle on the table. His right hand flipped through the pages until it revealed an empty page. He wrote:

"Your name is Lou Reinder. You were 46, living on Earth with your father. No matter what happens, you must remember who you are."

He repeat it a few more times, etching it deep in his mind. Only after that did he walk out the room. It was time to greet the unknown.