Adrian and Klint sit idly, waiting for the carriage to reach its destination.

Adrian's mind starts to ponder. So my name is John Davis, a police inspector who is also a drunkard and a murderer.

The sun's coming down, and I have no clue where my home is. The police station knows, but I can't just ask them. I'll have to figure something out after work is finished.

Adrian's thoughts are interrupted by the carriage stopping.

"Here you are, lads, Wesker Street police station," the carriage driver called out.

Adrian and Klint get off the carriage.

A large building made of stone, with arched windows and doorway, iron railings all around the exterior, and a blue lamp hanging from the doorway signifying the building's purpose.

Adrian and Klint open the door. They walk into a public area where civilians can report crimes.

Klint opens the door to the office area of the building.

They walk in. Many people turn to look at Adrian. They all have disdainful looks in their eyes.

Adrian starts wandering around like a headless chicken, looking for his desk. Why does everybody seem to hate me here, and where the fuck is my desk?

Adrian finally catches a glimpse of something that can identify his desk—a photograph of John Davis in the middle with a teenage boy and a little girl standing next to him.

Does John have children, or are they his siblings?

Adrian sits down at the desk. Klint hands him a large paper sheet. I'm probably meant to write the investigation report on this.

Adrian writes down everything about the investigation: victim's name, witness statements, evidence, suspect information, and inspector’s observations.

For the conclusion, Adrian writes, "Further investigation into the past of the victim is needed. The assailant was a past associate of the victim."

After finishing the report, Adrian looks around. He spots a door with the words "Superintendent Thomas Green" inscribed on it. Superintendent sounds like it would be my superior. I probably have to report to him.

Adrian walks up to the superintendent's door and knocks on it twice.

"Come in."

Adrian opens the door and goes in. He sees a small office room with a desk in the middle of it. On the desk, there are papers; Adrian can barely make out the header "Vigilante killer." Behind the desk is a man in his 50s. He is incredibly tall and imposing. The man angrily looks at Adrian before saying,

"Sit."

Adrian is intimidated by the man's tone and stature, but he sits and hands him the investigation report.

The man reads the report for around 10 minutes before saying,

"Nicely done as always. I'll get somebody to look into the victim's past. But John, answer me this: why can you solve cases like they're no issue, but you can't be a decent human being for 2 seconds? Sergeant Morgan was so sick of your shit that he transferred to another area just to get away from you. No other person in the station wants anything to do with you either. The only person willing to assist you was the rookie. Why in the fuck would you get into a fistfight with your coworker? And stop drinking on the job! The only reason you're still here is because of your ability to solve cases and my leniency. But one more infraction and it's over. Your work for today is finished. You'll work on the Reaper case starting next week. Don't fuck it up; your ass is on the line. Get out."

The second Adrian hears the words "Get out," he gets up and bolts out the door as fast as he can.

Adrian sighed. Why was John such a prick that everybody hates him, and why was my luck so rotten that I transmigrated into his body?

Adrian looks around the police station. He notices that Klint is gone. He also notices the hateful stares of nearly everybody there.

Adrian leaves the police station, but because of not knowing where his home is, he has to use the plan of getting drunk enough that one of his coworkers sends him home.

Adrian looks around, and pretty close to the police station, he sees a pub named "Old Centurion."

Adrian walks into the Old Centurion. Working hours had finished, so the pub was incredibly lively. Adrian could see many middle-class men having a grand old time, drinking their worries away. He walked towards the bar. He could see a chalkboard behind the bar. Written on it were the prices of different offerings.

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"Ale 3 pennies, Porter 2 pennies, Bitter 4 pennies, ......, Meat pie 12 pennies."

Adrian sat down on the bar stool. The owner looked at him like he was expecting him; clearly, John was a regular here.

The pub's owner poured a pint of ale and gave it to Adrian without him even saying anything—he was used to this. Adrian gulped it down.

It tastes like shit.

"Give me a meat pie," Adrian said.

Adrian dug into his meat pie. It wasn't bad, but it was bland and flavorless, like eating reheated leftover food. Adrian wondered if all the food in this world tasted this bland.

"More ale." Adrian was doing his best impression of a drunkard.

.....

After about 6 pints, Adrian was wasted.

The pub owner offered to arrange a carriage to take Adrian home, which seemed to be a common occurrence. Adrian accepted the offer.

Adrian gets on the carriage. Due to his drunkenness, he falls asleep nearly immediately.

"Wake up," the carriage driver said. Adrian woke up, got off the carriage, and knocked on the door.

A teenage boy opened the door. "You're drunk, as always," the boy said. The boy helps Adrian into his bed.

Adrian fell asleep.

....

"Oy, wake up."

Adrian sees a teenage boy standing over him, telling him to wake up. Confused, he says, "Who are you?"

The boy looks disappointed. He says, "You got so drunk you forgot your brother? Jack, you moron."

So John had a brother. But it's clearly not a good relationship; his own brother hates him too.

"Time for breakfast," Jack said.

Adrian gets up and follows the boy into the kitchen.

Adrian sees a small room with a gas stove. On the stove, there is a large pot of water heating up. There is a table with seats for three. A small girl with long brown hair tied back with a bow was already sitting. On the table, there were three spoons and three plates with what looked to be porridge on them.

Jack and Adrian sit down. The three start digging into their porridge.

This is the blandest thing I've eaten in my life. I don't feel a single flavor. It feels like eating water.

Adrian stops after one spoon and looks at the boy and the girl. They seem pretty happy as they're chowing down their food.

Is this what food tastes like here? Do people not have taste buds?

Jack notices that Adrian isn't eating and says, "Tastes pretty bad, doesn't it? Maybe if you didn't spend half your paycheck at the pub, we could afford some better ingredients."

"You're going to blame it on the voices again? You said you would stop how many times now? And every time, I see you come back drunk out of your mind."

The voices? Is he talking about the weird whispers I heard? Did John use his powers too much and constantly hear voices?

"I'll stop," Adrian said.

"I've heard that a million times, John, but you never do. I'll have to stop studying and start working if you continue like this!"

"I get it. I'll stop."

Adrian debates between eating the porridge or just staying hungry. He decides to eat the porridge.

...

Adrian finishes his disgusting porridge and gets up.

Jack gets up, takes the large pot of water from the stove, and pours it into a bucket. He hands Adrian the bucket and says, "Take a bath. You smell like booze."

Adrian takes the bucket and goes out of the kitchen. He looks around him. The house is small: two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. There is a gas lamp on the floor, although not turned on. The house was lit up by the natural rays of light coming in from the windows. The living room had a big sofa facing a fireplace. The white paint on the walls looked chipped and old.

Adrian walked through the living room into the bathroom.

The bathroom was small. It had a toilet and a bathtub. Adrian poured the hot water into the bathtub.

He went back to his bedroom, opened the drawers, and picked a set of new clothes.

Adrian put the clothes outside the bathroom door. He went inside and took a bath.

....

"I'm going for a walk. I'll be back," Adrian said.

No response.

Adrian opens the front door and leaves.

Ok, let's have a look around. I should probably find a library, get some basic knowledge of this world.

Adrian first looks behind him. He sees a one-story home made of bricks. The house has a pitched roof and is covered with dark grey slate tiles with a chimney blowing smoke out the top. Adrian makes sure to remember what his house looks like.

Adrian turns around. He sees working-class people commuting to factories with frowns on their faces.

Most people don't seem very happy. The quality of life in Victorian times isn't really high.

Adrian keeps looking around. He sees bakeries, grocers, and butchers opening up shop.

Adrian reaches the end of his street. The signpost had "Cobblepot Street" written on it.

Adrian looks around and sees a building labeled "Cavendish Grove Library."

Adrian walks into the library. He sees an old grey-haired man with a monocle reading a book—he's the librarian. Except for the man, there is not a single soul in sight.

Adrian walks up to the receptionist and says, "Can I get a world map?"

"You certainly can, sir. Follow me." The old man gets up and walks to one of the aisles. Adrian follows behind him.

This aisle seems to be dedicated entirely to maps: regional maps, world maps, city maps, and thematic maps.

The receptionist hands Adrian a world map.

"Thanks."

"No problem, sir." The librarian goes back to his seat and continues reading.

Adrian opens the map.

The map has three continents visible: the northern continent "Poralue," the western continent "Mephis," and the eastern continent "Rafasi."

Poralue is the smallest of the three, while Rafasi is the biggest.

Poralue looks like a bigger Britain. Mephis just looks like America, and Rafasi looks like Russia.

Adrian puts the world map down and picks up a national map.

It's a map of Poralue with different cities outlined on it, with the capital being named Perof.

So this place is Poralue.

Adrian puts down the map. He walks back to the librarian's desk and asks, "Where are the language books?"

"There, sir," the librarian points to one of the bookshelves.

Adrian browses the bookshelf. "History of Sidam," "Sidam for Children," "Advanced Sidam," until he finds a book titled "Languages of the World."

Adrian opens the book. It outlines what language different parts of the world speak and the basics of the languages.

This is what I needed.

Adrian takes the book and goes back to the librarian's desk and asks, "Where are the history books?"

"There, sir," the librarian points to one of the bookshelves.

Adrian browses the history books until he finds a book titled "History of the World."

Adrian hands the librarian the two books and says, "I'd like to borrow these two books."

"Name?"

"John Davis."

The librarian fills out a form and then says, "Return it in two weeks."

Adrian takes the two books and leaves the library.