TWO WEEKS AGO (Day After the Accident)
A metallic taste filled his mouth, making him grimace as he blinked and tried to block out the harsh sunlight stabbing at his eyes. He tried to move, but his body refused. That's when he realized he was strapped to a chair, heavily bound with chains.
What the fuck…
What deranged cow did this to me?
Daniel's eyes darted around and quickly realized he was in an open alley, surrounded by antique-looking furniture that didn't belong in this century.
Goodness, did I somehow transmigrate to ancient times?
But if he did, why the hell was he tied up like this? Damn it, novels had really messed him up—imagine him actually wishing to be transmigrated to one of those periods.
Delulu indeed.
Still trying to see if he could escape, he twisted and pulled at the chains until a sharp pain stung his arm, making him flinch. It was useless. Escaping this nightmare of a restraint was impossible.
