All normal portal-dwellers get into the bodies of young and flawed heirs of a destroyed lineage. But I somehow ended up in the body of an old man who hadn’t been sober for the last ten years. I wasn’t short on strength either—thank goodness for that. Now I’m the head of the local inquisition. And in my past life, I was a dark lord.
Now I just need to understand why there’s a gun barrel pointed right at my nose? And what the hell does everyone want from me, to kill me?