So, it started with me waking up in a hostel with a severed dick on the pillow. It ended with masked men bursting in shooting me with something, and me waking up in another country. England to be precise. I'd been traveling while I waited for the IRS to sort my mega church pastor father illegally claiming me on his taxes so I couldn't get financial aid to go to college. College was always the plan. Except I've just been brought to one where I can go for free, but there's a twist. I'm the reincarnation of...someone important. Everyone here is. And get this. We've got magic. They won't tell us who we were in a previous life. They will unlock a tiny bit of our magic and then put us through some pretty gnarly trials. If we survive, we'll get the rest of our magic unlocked, but basically, we've got to figure out who we used to be ourselves. They've divided us up into teams and I'm pretty sure it means something. I saw him around the hostel before I was taken. I'm highly suspicious the severed dick was him. He also appears to be growing horns looks and acts like some kind of Egyptian god. Based one what I know now, might actually be one a brat fourth son of some minor European royalty. He ate all our rations the first day because he's starving for something and can't figure out what. Pretty sure that's a hint, but we can't eat those. All I know about the trials is that they are pass or die and I have to rely on these three strangers to get through them