1 reincarnated ?

Hassan was a simple guy living a dull life with his family.

He was 16 years old with light brown eyes and messy hair .he wasn't the most handsome out there, but he wasn't ugly either, he was something in the middle.

His hobby was playing games with his friends or reading books and novels in his father's library.

He was a high school student and had a few friends. They weren't that close to him. He would just hang out with them now and then when he was bored.

Hassan had a hard time understanding emotions. There were very few people who had seen him show clear emotions, and those people were his family. They were the only people he truly cared about.

His mother had died when he was two, due to a respiratory disorder she could have been cured if not for the fact that her disease was discovered when it was already too late. Nonetheless, His father never let him feel the absence of a mother.

His father was the owner of a small library, in their town and would earn enough for him and his children to live a comfortable enough life.

Other than his father Hassan had two siblings, who were both older than him one sister and one brother named Nina and Alex respectively. Nina was 22 searching for a job, while his brother was 17 only 1 year older than him still in high school.

Hassan's daily life schedule consisted of going to high school, after coming back home he would spend some time with his family, play games, and study for exams (if he had any upcoming exams).

His life was very dull, yet that changed when one day coming back from his high school, he saw a blood trail and a dead body, in the alley. He took out his phone to call the police, but before he could he heard a gunshot and suddenly felt a stinging pain in his chest, he was shot in the back as soon he felt the pain he screamed in pain and fell to the ground and his phone fell out of his hand.

When he turned to look at the shooter to at least know who killed him, he saw a guy with a black face half-hidden with a mask. He couldn't even see the person who killed him.

He thought about his family. He wanted to call and talk to his family, one last time, however, his body was growing cold every second. Still, he tried to reach for his phone, which fell out of his grasp as he fell to the ground, before he could reach it he blacked out.

As an atheist, he thought that all that existed after death was eternal darkness, and no feeling of any kind. However, that wasn't the case because he was feeling pain all over his body. He suddenly had a thought, that he might be in hell, however, he wasn't some evil person so why would he be in hell" is God punishing me for not believing in him when I was alive?".

He put that thought aside as he tries to open his eyes but they felt very heavy, he somehow managed to open his eyes . as he looked around the area it looked like some kind of room.

He thought someone might have saved him when he was shot, but that didn't seem true, he had felt the life leave his grasp as he felt his soul leaving his body. at least that's what he felt when he blacked out, he wasn't sure and he was not in the right state of mind. He couldn't focus on his memories either because his body was still damaged and hurt all over.

He tried to move his head bearing the pain. He was surprised by what he saw, his body was much more muscular than how he remembered it, He couldn't examine his body much because he was in too much pain, however, he was sure that this wasn't his body, only by looking at the figure. he tried to look around a little more, but as he tried to move his head he grunts in pain uncontrollably.

Suddenly some stranger rushed to the room. this stranger was a male who was like a mountain of muscles, with some grey hair. This man looked like he was in his forties, his eyes were bluish and crystal clear.

As he saw Hassan tears welled up in his eyes. he came and sit beside him, then started speaking as he tried to control his tears. Hassan didn't understand anything it was a foreign language it didn't seem like any language from his planet. He knew many languages, which was a hobby of his besides reading novels and gaming.

He didn't understand this language, so he didn't say anything and just looked dazed at the stranger. He felt some familiarity with this person, but he was sure he had never seen this person before. He would never forget someone like this, a mountain of muscles with such beautiful eyes was too eye-catching to be forgotten so easily.

The man took Hassan's hand to check his pulse. Hassan screamed in pain uncontrollably, the man let go as soon as Hassan screamed, afraid he might hurt Hassan even more.

The man started speaking again but Hassan didn't understand. The man said something and left the room.

Hassan tried to think about what just happened, suddenly a thought crossed his mind, he might have reincarnated. This idea came to his mind because he had read many novels about something like this happening, and the language and his body which wasn't his, supported this crazy idea.