Chapter 1 - Where am I

Inside a room, a boy with unusually black eyes and black hair was lying sound asleep in his bed, his face clearly showing that he was having a nightmare. He was in a little pain.

-I enjoy your work and I think you should too.

Falls to the ground

"Ouch." The man who fell to the ground slowly raised his head and assumed a sitting position.

What's going on? Looks around. What is this place? WHERE THE HELL AM I?

He looked around again, it was not a place he was familiar with. There was a bed in the room, a desk with a laptop on it, a wardrobe, a mirror next to the wardrobe, and a clock on the wall. The room was not big but it was well-used. He didn't know what to do. Was he kidnapped? No, who would kidnap a university student and what would he do with him? Or had he realized the moving plan he had been thinking about for a while and didn't remember? .... Impossible, he would remember that for sure. He checked his clothes, there was a phone, but it wasn't his, it looked like a new model. Had he stolen it? Had he become a criminal overnight!? WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO HIM NOW? After that, he stopped for a second and took a deep breath.

"I'm talking nonsense. My friends know I'm weak on alcohol. They made me drink, and then I went crazy, and now I'm in a guest room at one of their houses. I just have to get up and find out which one."

He tried to stand up, but when he did, he fell to the ground again before he could take a step.

"Haha. What's going on? Am I hungover? Haha."

He was laughing, but inside he was nervous. He stood up with the support of the bed and felt taller than he was, walking slowly towards the door. He looked in the mirror, silence for a while, and then he was horrified... it was not him in the mirror... it was not him.

"Aaaa!"

He fell to the floor with a loud thud, looked at himself in the mirror for a while, then stood up again, this time without any support, and carefully looked at himself in the mirror. He had black hair and incredibly dark black eyes like pitch

"He was tall, not muscular, but fit, with a face somewhere between handsome and cute, and at the same time strangely attractive. He admired himself for a while, examined himself for a while, pinched his cheek, he had fallen down more than once, he was already sure it wasn't a dream, but one more check wouldn't hurt. But when the spell was broken, he felt uneasy, he left the room and hurriedly checked the other rooms in the house. found a kitchen, a toilet and a living room but there was no one else, came back to the first room he let himself down on the swivel chair of the desk, he sighed, that's when he realized that the laptop was on and there was an email. The name of the person who sent the email was

"The Biggest Fan."