A Life in Suspense

I have transmigrated.

Yes, you heard that right. I have transmigrated. Right now, I'm staring at the ceiling of a completely unfamiliar room.

I got out of the bed I was in, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and confusion, and headed toward a nearby mirror. I already knew I wasn't in my 'original' body; something in me felt it with crushing certainty. How did I know? Well, the pale skin of this boy didn't match mine. My skin had never been this... white. This wasn't normal.

When I finally saw my reflection, I was astounded. The face staring back at me had incredibly handsome features. Sharp light green eyes that seemed to shine under the dim light of the room, and black, medium-length hair that fell messily over my forehead. I was fairly tall, estimating around 180 centimeters. In summary, I had become a very attractive boy, something I had never imagined even in my wildest dreams.

With this simple observation, everything fell into place. Not only had I taken control of this body, but I had also been transmigrated here. But where was I? That was the real question. Had I arrived in a fantasy world like the stories I used to read? Or was I perhaps in Japan, like in most transmigration animes? Worse yet, could I be trapped inside a video game or a novel? The possibilities raced through my mind, but no answer came.

The strange thing was that, unlike the stories I knew, the memories of this body were not appearing in my mind. There was no convenient flow of memories revealing the life of the person who had inhabited this body before. Nothing. I was completely in the dark.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck as I looked at my reflection again. "I guess the first thing to do is find out where I am," I murmured to myself, resigned to my new and uncertain fate.

...

After getting up, I began to wander aimlessly through the house I found myself in. However, I soon realized that this was no simple house... it was a huge freaking mansion. Three floors, with a pool lit by lights reflecting off the still water, giving it a luxurious air in the middle of the night. Outside, a basketball court peeked out from the backyard under the dim light of the street lamps. From one of the windows, I could see a dark, calm lake, barely visible under the moonlight. And, to my surprise, in the garage, there were several luxury sports cars parked, and as if that weren't enough, a collection of motorcycles shining under the entrance lights, as if waiting to be used at any moment.

There was no doubt about it. This boy's family was incredibly rich.

I continued exploring and found a wallet on a nearby table. Upon opening it, I confirmed the identity of the body I was occupying: Razer, that was his name. According to his identification, he was 18 years old, a year younger than me. Apparently, this body belonged to someone from a life completely different from mine.

I, in my previous life, was 19 years old and in my second year of medical school. My life was normal, so to speak. I lacked nothing important: I had a family, a younger sister with whom I got along quite well, and while I didn't have great luxuries, I also didn't live in misery. Compared to this boy, my life was quite modest.

"Wow... this is crazy." The words escaped me without thinking as I went down to the mansion's basement. And that's where things started to get weirder.

The basement was filled with food and water supplies. Entire shelves stocked with essentials: medicine, personal hygiene items, and other things that seemed to come from a survival bunker. It was as if this family was preparing for some kind of catastrophe.

"What the hell is this?" I wondered, observing the exaggerated amount of provisions. I couldn't help but think of scenarios involving natural disasters or even an apocalypse. Had I been transmigrated to a world where constant catastrophes occurred? I didn't know, but something definitely didn't add up.

The more I walked around the mansion, the stranger things became. I noticed the excessive number of security cameras. No matter where I went, there were cameras in every angle, watching every corner. The only places without cameras were the bathrooms. Moreover, the material the mansion was built from seemed incredibly durable, as if it was designed to withstand blows or some kind of massive disaster.

After a while, when I had enough of exploring, I returned to the room where it all began. I needed to process what I had just discovered. It was essential to learn more about this place and, above all, about Razer. Knowing who he was and what his life was like could save me from a lot of trouble in the future.

I sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to sort out my thoughts. This mansion, the cameras, the survival supplies... what kind of world had I gotten myself into? One thing was clear: I needed answers, and quickly.

...

I lay on the bed, drowning in my thoughts, my gaze fixed on the ceiling. I was trying to unravel what kind of world I was in. Was this a normal world? A place without people with powers or fantastic elements? I couldn't be sure, and the mansion I had just explored only added more questions to the equation.

My gaze began to wander around the room, observing the details I hadn't yet registered. I stopped at a large painting hanging on the wall. The painting depicted an eclipse, and I must admit it was truly beautiful, almost hypnotic. The dark tones and light reflections created a sense of mystery that seemed to envelop the entire room. However, I noticed that the painting was slightly tilted. Something inside me urged me to get up and adjust it. Standing in front of it, I confirmed how large it was. Almost my height, easily around 180 centimeters, which impressed me.

Just as I was about to straighten it, something stopped me. Behind the painting, I noticed the wall was black. Black. That was strange because the rest of the room had immaculate white walls. It made no sense for that area to be a different color, as if there was something that didn't fit the mansion's perfect decor. My curiosity began to grow, and unable to help myself, I completely moved the painting aside to see what was behind it.

What I discovered left me perplexed. A wall of black glass stretched in front of me. I approached, fascinated yet perplexed by what I was seeing. I touched the glass gently, feeling its smooth, cold surface. To the right, something caught my attention. There was a handprint on the glass, but it wasn't just any mark: it began to glow with a faint white light.

My mind started racing. A fingerprint scanner? That was the only logical explanation I could come up with at that moment. Without thinking too much, I placed my hand on the glowing print. I felt a gentle vibration under my palm, and to my surprise, the glass started to open slowly with a soft humming sound, revealing a hidden corridor that led to what seemed to be... a secret room?

The air inside the corridor was cold, as if it hadn't been opened in a long time. My heart started to race. I had no idea what to expect, but one thing was clear: this mansion held many more secrets than I could have imagined.

With a mix of excitement and caution, I stepped into the corridor, my footsteps echoing on the floor as I moved toward the unknown.

...

When I entered the small room, I was completely perplexed. Weapons, yes, weapons of all kinds. Shotguns, knives, pistols, sniper rifles, katanas, grenades... an entire arsenal that seemed straight out of an action movie or my favorite video games. But no, this was real. They were there, within reach of my hand. Who was this guy? An assassin? A mercenary? I could think of no other explanation to justify the presence of such a large quantity of armament. I stood in awe, contemplating each weapon as if I were in a museum, fantasizing about the possibility of touching them, feeling their weight. For someone who had spent countless hours playing shooting and action games, this was like a dream... or a nightmare.

However, something else in the room caught my attention. There, in a glass display case, the black assassin suit stood like a living shadow, almost breathing in the dim light. Adjusted to the mannequin, with no shine to betray its material, it seemed designed to erase any trace of its wearer in the darkness. The hood covered the head completely, and the mask, smooth and featureless, only allowed for two openings for the eyes, which almost seemed to watch me through the glass. Cold, calculating, as if the very essence of danger were contained in that suit. Every detail was crafted for stealth; the plates on the torso were thin but strong, and the gloves, fitted like a second skin, suggested lethal precision in every movement.

It was fucking amazing. There was no other way to describe it. If this suit was here, in this kid's room, it could only mean one thing: it was his. Was he an assassin? Because this suit wasn't for modeling, that much was clear.

I approached, fascinated, my mind filled with questions and possibilities. Just as I was about to touch the glass, an alarm shattered the silence, filling the room with a sharp sound that made me jump. The television screen in the corner suddenly turned on, flickering with static before stabilizing. Before I could react, a voice resonated from the speakers.

I turned towards the screen, my heart racing, as that mysterious voice began to speak, filling the room with an unsettling sense of urgency. What the hell was happening?

Emergency Message -

"Attention, citizens. During this month of October, the eclipse that will cover our skies will plunge the world into continuous darkness. The light of the sun will not shine again until the month is over.

Every Friday, from midnight until noon the next day, you will have absolute freedom. During those twelve hours, you can murder, steal, or do whatever you wish, without fear of punishment. This event will repeat every Friday while the eclipse is present.

On the last Friday of the month, the darkness will deepen, and the event will last not just 12 hours. It will be a full 24 hours, from midnight to midnight on Saturday.

Remember: outside of this timeframe, any crime will be severely punished. Take advantage of these hours of chaos if you wish, but act outside of them and you will face severe consequences.

That said... we wish you a happy night in the darkness."

What the hell is this? Absolute freedom to kill? What is happening in this world?

The voice echoed in my head as I looked at the time: 12:00 AM. The event had already begun. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and panic began to take hold of me.

"Shit, what should I do?" I murmured to myself, trying to stay calm.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire echoed outside the mansion, shattering the tense and icy atmosphere of the room. Without thinking, I left the small room and approached the window, feeling my heart race.

What I saw froze me: vans, cars, motorcycles—a parade of vehicles and armed people shooting at everything that moved. And at the forefront of that chaos stood a figure: a blonde boy with a sinister smile.

"Razer!" he shouted, his voice sharp as a knife. "I know you're there. Why don't you come out and die at my hand without any trouble? I don't want to do unnecessary things."

A chill ran down my spine. What had Razer done to this guy? But at that moment, the answer didn't matter.

"Listen up, everyone!" he shouted, addressing his group. "We have a little mouse to hunt, so invade the house."

In that instant, indescribable terror gripped me. Everyone started running toward the mansion, using their vehicles as weapons.

"Shit! They're going to kill me!" I exclaimed in a choked scream, anxiety and panic pounding in my chest like a drum.

Suddenly, an alarm echoed throughout the house, resonating in every corner:

"The eclipse has begun. Initiating bunker process."

The alarm's voice intertwined with the sound of doors and windows closing rapidly, transforming the mansion into a refuge. However, I knew it wasn't enough to stop all those people outside. It was only a matter of time before they managed to get in.

What should I do now?