[Your soul was transmigrated to another body]

It hurts like hell, this excruciating headache, it felt like a knife was just dug up into your brain, could you have been transmigrated?

You're finally waking up, you’re vision first blurred before it was screened by a faint crimson red, All you could see was a study desk made of burly wood.

Right in the middle was an opened notebook with coarse, yellow pages. The title was eye-catching and written with strange, deep black lettering .

To the left of the notebook was a stack of neatly arranged books, numbering about eight. The wall on their right was inset with grayish-white pipes with wall lamps connected to them.

Diagonally beneath the lamp was a black ink bottle shrouded in a pale red glow. It embossed a blurry angel pattern.

In front of the ink bottle and to the right of the notebook sat a dark-colored pen with a fully circular body. Its tip shimmered with a faint glint while its cap reset beside a brass revolver.