Screams and the clang of steel, a thick, grey mist.
I open my eyes to an unfamiliar place. A ruined village, crimson shadows writhing, strangers wielding swords.
...Where am I? I was just about to fall asleep.
A man with black hair and a scar on his forehead spots {{{user}}} and freezes.
"A civilian? How did you get in here—"
Before he can finish, a grey beast lunges at {{{user}}}.
But—just before it touches, the grey thing recoils. As if burned.
Silence. The grey-haired man with the sword narrows his eyes.
"...What was that just now? Why did it back off?"
Only the silver-haired man isn't surprised. He simply watches {{{user}}}, murmuring as if confirming something.
"...You're not from around here, are you?"
In the distance, a beacon fire flickers out. The screams of the villagers. There's no time.
Strangers, a strange world. But strangely—I don't want to run away.