If you were to have told Art that he would have woken up in a room that didn't belong to him then he would have told you to stop joking, he is a shut in, and one-night stands aren't something he would do. If you were to have told Art that he would have woken up in another body that wasn't his own, then he would have asked to stop doing drugs, and to see help. Now that he is in this exact situation he couldn't help but sigh.
"This is truly not my day."
'This body is obviously that of a child's! If I transmigrated*[1] into someone then why a child and how did I even die?! The last thing I remembered was drinking with a fellow co-worker and nothing else!'
As Art's thoughts raced in his head, he neglected to notice the door opening and someone walking in. The person was in a maid outfit that was tattered beyond repair and covered in blood, but she smiled as she walked in like nothing was wrong and watched Art with an analyzing glaze.
"Young master, do you know how long I waited for you to come to age?"
Her voice was clear and monotone but that didn't stop the foreboding feeling that the statement carried. Immediately Art was dragged out of his thoughts but this woman's voice. Finally noticing this bizarre looking woman that occupied the room with him. He was stunned but not because of the woman's clothes but because of her eyes. Her eyes were completely, not even the sclera*[2] was left out of the blood red dye. Her smile was smile but carried a menacing meaning behind it.
"L-leave."
'What?! The bloody hell is this?! Suddenly transmigrated into a child was one thing but putting me into the middle of whatever this is bloody unforgettable! God, Buddha, Zeus, anyone! Please as get tell me why?!'
It's was only after his mini rant, cursing out whatever god decided to play such a cruel prank on his pitiful self, the woman moved closer. Step by step she approached him like a predator with her eyes filled with amusement as she watches silently as he slowly walked backwards. His eyes never left the woman as she approached him. He didn't even notice he was walking into a corner until his back was against the wall but before he could think of a way out, she was already hovering over him.
"Young master. Oh, please beg for your life more or else this won't be as fun."
Her voice was very overbearing making it obvious that her request was a demand. With him cornered she wrapped her arms around Art's back bringing his chest closer to her seductively red lips. Before her lips could make contact with his chest, she coughed up blood and fell limp against his small body. Chun being very shocked and scared out of his mind could barely comprehend what happened when he shoved her body off of him.
Walking around he began to examine the room he was in more clearly while trying to keep his mind of the female's body. The room that he was in was extravagant despite the mess that was caused by him bumping into stuff trying to get way. This body must have belonged to a very rich family before he took residence within it. Maybe because of the adrenaline Wearing off Art was suddenly strike with fatigue. Limping over to the bed within the room Art let his body fall onto it. Too tired to do anything else he let his mind fall numb and he passed out.
*[1] Transmigration: The movement of a soul into another body after death. (Most popular with with cultivation novels and system type novels)
*[2] Sclera: the white outer layer of the eyeball. At the front of the eye it is continuous with the cornea.
-This story isn't a tragedy type. The main character will not die (permanently) and he will not have anything that you should mourn. The name for this book does have meaning but that meaning does relate to anything within this book.
