The room was just as I had left it. That faint smell of flowers that Rosario always made sure to swap out every three days. The way the bed was always neatly made, and the way sunlight gently filtered in through the windows. It was all the same. There were no changes, well, except for myself.
"¡Dios mío… It smells like a new car here." I couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. Yes, I have hopped from body to body over the past few months, and I had even walked around in my own body during the night, but it couldn't compare to this.
See, those times, it always felt like a noose was around my neck. I felt shackled, I felt caged. That was why I had to sit and listen to Axel's rambles every fucking time. Ese hijo de puta… that son of a bitch!
I clenched and unclenched my fists in rage. Things were only starting to get interesting.
