Across the Myriad Heavens, Starting in the Nineties

"Ugh~ My head hurts so much. Where am I? Why does this place feel strangely familiar?"

In a dim room of just ten square meters, the walls were crookedly plastered with pictures of female celebrities from the 1990s whose names no one could recall.

On a small bed made of iron pipes, covered with the kind of checkered mattress that had long since disappeared, someone suddenly sat up. One hand pressed against their forehead as they muttered to themselves.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.