I died. I didn't even get to die a cool death. I had no doubt that I would probably die jumping off a cliff or something due to my innate curiosity. After all haven't we all felt the call of the wild the feeling of wanting to jump off a cliff or into the water in a flowing river just to see what happens. Unfortunately I didn't have the pleasure of choosing the way I died. I died choking on a handful of chicken nuggets. Word of advice : Don't shave handfuls and handfuls chicken nuggets into your mouth like you haven't eaten in a month. But it happened and that's that. 

Or it would have been if I hadn't woken up screaming in pain, panting for breath, strained and paralyzed. I open my eyes and was blinded by a flash of light before gently being wrapped in what I can only assume is large piece of cloth. A voice in my vicinity sounded out in a language I think is a more formal version of Japanese. I had been reborn? reincarnated? What's the term for it I don't remember. And more importantly I couldn't because a primal urge overtook me as I fell into a deep sleep. As I drifted off I heard what I can only assume is my new name, Kazunori.