Chapter 12 The Exchange Souls

• Daniel's head throbbed in time with each irregular beat of his heart. As his eyes opened, the dim light of the old room was blinding, and he reached for his heavy head. Wincing, he tried to recognize his surroundings, but his memory was too vague, buried in the fog that surrounded his mind.
• With a still weak body, Daniel slowly sat up on the bed in the room. The old house seemed to welcome him with an ancient aroma that filled the air. He looked around with a confused gaze, trying to understand how he could be in such a foreign place.
• The room was dark, lit only by the dim light that entered through the cracked window. The worn walls held stories yet to be told. Daniel clutched his head with both hands, trying to alleviate the piercing pain in his temples.