I nervously approached the living room. Arthurs was a small family of him, the oldest son, and his sister, who was just six, Erin. His parents, Alan and Katie, were shopkeepers. They owned and managed a small grocery and vegetable shop.
As I approached them, Arthur(or should i say my new body), still covered in vomit and blood, I began to feel nervous. How will they react? Will they accept me? No, obviously not. I mean, who would? I would be grateful if they don't resent me and kill me. Who knows what punishment this world may have. For all I know, this medieval-looking world may even consider me a demon or a witch and burn me alive.
Again, against my own reasoning, I did something even I didn't expect. I stood up in the middle of the living room, with Arthur's blood and vomit still dripping onto the ground. Then I called them both.