The Nouveau Rich Man’s Scoundrel

To cut to the chase, I’m a regressor. I was in a car accident, and when I opened my eyes, I was lying in a rustic but spacious hospital room. This was my new beginning. ‘1996… …?’ Should I believe it or not? What’s clear is that not only was my arm in pain, as if it were broken, but my whole body was aching, so it wasn’t a dream. “I lived long enough, didn’t I?”