It's kind of fucked up - that's what you thought when you realized that you're not really you anymore, you're not at home, but there are some strange people around. Putting two and two together, you quickly realized that it was like a transmigration of souls, and now not only do you seem to be older than you were, but you are also in another country, but for some reason you know Japanese. What the hell?
Some man with long hair and bandages on his head called you "Master", and the house was not a house, but rather some kind of lair. It was all depressing, and then an inner voice that wasn't there before appeared in your head....things got even worse because you turned out to be a fucking terrorist, and the environment around you is a secret temporary base. "Cool," you thought, wishing you could fall asleep and not wake up. But the owner of the body didn't think so. Even being your voice inside your head, he was scary as hell with his words and thoughts.
"Be calm. Don't make yourself suspect of something." that's what Fyodor told you, because there was no way you could become a cold-blooded criminal in a few seconds, with everyone sharpening their teeth at him