The smell of coffee was the first thing to greet him when he came to. The first thing he saw was a cup of coffee placed in front of him on the table. When he looked around himself, he found out that he was in the corner seat in a cafe.
The bell above the entrance door jingled as two women came in, ordering coffee at the front counter, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the softly hissing espresso machine. The cafe was filled with customers having their first coffee of the day, the morning sunlight coming so softly through the windows.
'What? Where am I? I was just about to… to… what was I going to do again? I can't seem to remember.'
This was the first thing that came to his mind; he was sure he was going to do something, but he couldn't remember it, and now he was here in a cafe in god knows where.
He started to panic; his chest was getting heavy, and he was having a hard time breathing. It was not only about what he was going to do, he also couldn't remember about himself, his name, his face, he could not even remember his friends and family, everytime he tried it was only blank, but he could remember about the games he played, the anime he watched, and the movies and tv shows he binge watched, it was as if he forgot everything about his personal life but still remembers everything he watched and played.
"Excuse me, sir, are you alright?" Came the voice of the waiter who saw him breathing heavily.
"Ah… yes, yes, I am alright, I just don't feel well, can you please tell me where the washroom is?"
"Yes, just take a left and then go straight."
"Thank You."
Having said that, the man who forgot who he was left for the washroom, following the directions provided. The man came to the door of the washroom. He opened the door, went inside, and the first thing he did upon entering was to open the tap, take some water in his hands, and splashed it on his face.
Now that he splashed some water on himself, he calmed down and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, and froze on the spot, because he was definitely not in his own body; he could not remember himself, but he swore he was not this handsome and innocent-looking and definitely not this young. He has golden hair, innocent blue eyes, and an innocent face, and did he say he was young? Important things have to be said repeatedly.
He wore a simple gray hoodie over a black t-shirt, with blue jeans and white sneakers. In the middle finger of his left hand, he wore a matt black ring.
He took a deep breath and thought. 'Okay, calm down, I am not in my own body and in someone else's body, what could it mean? What else could it be but Transmigration.' As someone who has read novels and countless fanfictions, he now knows what happened to him is no small matter. First of all, he could not remember who he was in his previous life, and what he could remember was all about novels, games, fanfics, etc.
'And I don't even know whose body I am in currently.' Thinking this, he looked at himself in the mirror again, and suddenly it was as if a light switch had been turned on and he found himself pating all of his pockets. And he soon found what he was looking for.
"Aha."
It was a wallet, more importantly, the wallet of the one whose body he now occupied. "Let's see who you are, my friend." After rummaging through the wallet, he found some cash, some notes and an ID. "Finally," he took the ID and looked at himself and the name that he had in this new life.
"Grisha Adam Sokolov." He murmured, looking at himself in the ID.
"Wait a minute, I seem to know a Grisha Adam from somewhere."
"Wait… Isn't this the name of the antagonist in the Lord of Mysteries novel? He also has blonde hair and a beard. He also looks far too innocent."
"Nah, what are the chances that I transmigrated as Adam?" He never read the Lord of Mysteries novel, but he knew some trivia and information from the wiki about Adam and what he could do.
Just then, as if given confirmation, a massive headache hit him. "Aaahhhh." He tried to muffle his voice and bit into his lip. After the headache passed, Adam found huge memories of this new body from the moment he could think for himself to today.
"Huff… Huff… Agh, it was so painful, it's like someone picked up a hammer weighing a ton and made my head their anvil and they kept hitting again and again, but why only now that I got memories of this body? Must be something to do with my mind blocking the memories, and now that I have calmed down and know the name of this body, the memories came."
After calming down, he closed his eyes and began seeing the memories of this new body. In one memory, he was in a cemetery looking down on two graves with the names of Mikhail Sokolov and Claire Sokolov née Miller. In a different memory, he was in a high school corridor near his locker getting his books back when he saw someone named Flash bullying a kid named Peter. He reviewed all his memories that he found important and left others for later after he got home.
"An orphan, eh?"
'So I am currently in Manhattan, New York, I am half-Russian, and the year is near the end of 2007, well, I will definitely miss the comfort of 2026, but what can I even do about that?' With that, he once again splashed some water on his face and got out of the washroom, and having paid for his coffee, got out of the cafe and left for his home following the directions in his memory.