***POV
To be honest, I'm no one special at least that's what I want to believe.
Really, because these are obviously not my hands. Up until yesterday when I got hit by a truck. I remember most my life till yesterday but after that I can't remember s**t.
"This isn't my face but it's not bad though", I said, looking at my reflection in one of the metal jugs on the table there, but his looks should be the least of my problems given the fact that I'm not wearing any clothes this is a really bad isekai in my book seriously or was it transmigration?
I walk around trying to find some clothes in the room but so far nothing, I must say this body is in good shape but I can tell its been through hell so welp taking a leap of faith I step out of the room and its easy to tell that I am inside a war
