Home Sweet Home

Kaisen felt like his entire body was being turned into fine dust, as if he'd been tossed into the cosmic blender. It was like every particle of him was vacuumed up and spit out somewhere else entirely.

Slowly, the dust began to reassemble, limbs forming like a puzzle coming together piece by piece.

When he finally felt whole again, he blinked and opened his eyes groggily, only to be met with pure darkness. The sensation of falling hit him like a ton of bricks.

He was plummeting from a great height, the wind whipping past him with the familiar scent of machinery and grease. One thought dominated his mind:

'Home.'

Kaisen was back in the world that started all this chaos, the world that treated him like a punching bag on a daily basis. After weeks of excruciating trials, mind-blowing pleasures, and more luxury than he could shake a stick at, he was finally back.

Home sweet home, where life fucked with him as naturally as breathing.