The Crimson Light Serenade

He awoke alone in an unfamiliar place, his memories hazy and fragmented. He couldn't fathom how he had arrived in this strange, new world, so different from his own.

Was it reincarnation, or had he been transported to an alternate dimension? Confusion clouded his mind. The only thing he knew for certain was that his appearance remained unchanged.

Determined to return to his original world, he embarked on an adventure in this uncharted territory. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Time seemed to lose all meaning as he wandered through this alien landscape.

Along the way, he encountered a group of young men who, to his astonishment, hailed from his own former world.

They appeared to be kind-hearted individuals, always eager to assist him whenever he needed something. Without prompting, they offered their services, requesting orders and missions.
"Please give us a task," they would plead, their voices filled with enthusiasm.
They executed his commands with unwavering obedience, accepting any compensation he offered with gratitude.

Yet, a peculiar trait puzzled him: they would often vanish abruptly after uttering the phrase "Log-out."