Yu's consciousness flickered back like a faulty light bulb, snapping into focus amid a haze of disorientation. One moment, he was in the Godscape and now he's…
'Where?'
The memories were fuzzy—his old life, a blur of struggles and unfulfilled dreams, ending in some abrupt accident he couldn't quite recall now. The next, he was gasping awake in a body that wasn't his once again, sprawled across silken sheets in a lavish hotel suite that screamed opulence.
His eyes fluttered open, taking in the dim glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Blonde strands of hair fell into his vision, soft and unfamiliar.
'What the hell?'
He shifted slightly, and a jolt of realization hit:
This was very similar to his original body. Slim, lithe, almost delicate—a twink's frame, honed for pleasure but not for much else.
'Yuen Devachi.'
The name surfaced in his mind like an unwelcome popup ad as he barely read the lilac screen in front of him.
