When Li Ang opened his eyes again, he found himself seated in a chair. The chair was upholstered with soft blue fabric, its armrests grey and plastic. To his left was a window that wouldn't open. Through it, the wild scenery was rapidly receding—judging by the speed of movement and the window frame style, this must be a high-speed train.
"You look different!" Chaichai, who was hiding inside Li Ang, said in a deep voice. "Your current appearance is that of a middle-aged office worker with short golden hair, wearing a light purple suit, a green shirt, and a tie."
Li Ang had long ago instructed Chaichai that upon entering a script, it should immediately describe his appearance to him so he could determine the identity of the role he was playing. Normally, Li Ang would have tried to remain calm and start by searching his pockets for any items containing personal information. But now, his attention was entirely on the other three individuals around him.
