I woke up.
I did some stretching.
I was shocked.
S H O C K E D.
I must be dreaming...
But I realized that I don't dream.
I never do.
Not to mention I killed a thief.
I am Vincent Lomoljo.
Shit.
I tried to stay cool.
It was already 3 months since that incident happen.
The theif incident.
Breathe in, Breathe out.....
But it's still him.
My body did'nt change.
I am still Vincent Lomoljo.
So I just accepted it.
I went outside my room.
Were in a different house now.
The design.
The structure.
Different.
They must have moved somewhere far away from the house.
I, currently am in Beverly Hills.
So they're rich?
That's why thieves would go after them.
Hmm....
There's a terrace.
My terrace.
The view.....
We must be facing in the east..
Wow...
And just as I was calming down, I saw familiar faces.
