My sight is dominated by a particularly frayed rope, concealing anything else from me. I taste something metallic. Blood.

Slowly and cautiously, I remove the rope. This room is rather large, with dozens of books carelessly tossed in all directions, including what I assume to be a bed. A computer screen is lit with a Facebook page.

The rope in my hand is tied in a noose and was about to be slipped under my neck. I release it and step off the footstool. How the hell did I even get here? Last that I remember there was a fire... and my dad...

I look back at the noose again, sudden familiarity washing over me. A nauseating voice coils into my mind and whispers to me.

I tied that.

It seems like it's... part of me. No, I don't remember that. I never did that!

The voice seems to sigh for a moment and prepares to tell me something.

Of course not. After all... this is your first time controlling this body.

What the hell?! Of course I've always controlled my own... body? I look down to see a slim torso and skinny legs. Whuh...? I grope my face and can tell that there's only a stubble and not even a trace of a wrinkle.

Hold on... I'm at least 250 pounds and have at least an attempt of a beard. Is this really not my body?

That's right. This body belongs, or should I say belonged, to  Alan White. He's a sixteen year old exchange student in Japan.

This is impossible, utterly impossible... How do you expect me to believe that? This kind of shit only happens in Manga!

I don't have much time to explain this to you, just know that you'll be in this body for at least three years. His memories will be latent in the body, so just search out any questions you have there. I sincerely wish you luck... Alan.

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Gah! Freakin' voice in my head! Come back and give me answers, dammit!

...

I take that silence as a no. *sigh*. What did I expect would happen?

Guess it'd be a good idea to check the computer... Hmm... This kid is really obsessed with this girl on  the screen. At least have the common courtesy to clear your creepy browser history! Although I don't really blame him, she's almost a perfect beauty (meh, I don't really like pink hair). Name's Sakura Kamishiro.

What the hell?! Her entire page is written in Japanese! Not only that, but I can understand it perfectly... Hell, I tried to learn it in my previous life, but even the basic Romaji was beyond my comprehension. Just who is this kid? I thought the voice said that he was an American transfer student!

I flip the front-facing camera on, as I can't be bothered to look for a mirror in this mess. The result's shocking to say the least.

I see a handsome face with bright green irises and flaming unruly red hair. Another instinctive thought assures me about the existence of hair gel and tone enhancers belying its true appearance. Huh. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this kid is the stereotypical grade bitch to this Sakura girl and he's desperately trying to turn that around with appearances.

A dull ding resounds in my head, as if in confirmation... Damn, that's sad. I'm sorry kid, but safe to say: I will not be whoring myself out for attention, regardless of whose body I control.

Alright! Time to find my answers! No doubt this'll take a long time, but I need to find out as much as possible to survive my new life for the next three years.

I sit down and close my eyes in meditation, searching out for past experience, memories. It doesn't take long for me to find the multicolored orb floating in my mind, untapped.Techniques such as these are frequently used in Anime, so it's only natural for me to know how to do it so easily.

I tentatively burst the orb. Immediately new information assaults my mind like a waterfall.

No! I've.. got to.. stay me...

Soon myriad engulfs me and I'm left in an oblivion of the past.