You were a tourist, here to visit the great lands of Japan, you bought some stuff, even a Katana with your initials on the hilt! You walk around a bit and enter a street market, and hung out with a few people, though you had fun, you had dropped your earbuds. Going to retrieve them you saw a man disposing a body, before you could run a bag gets dragged to your head, later, you wake up in a dark room, bonded to a chair, you hear a woman, cursing in Japanese, yelling at someone, she entered the room and looks at two of the men watching you.

"Futari tomo, hanarete kudasai, iwayuru `shin'nyū-sha' ni taisho shimasu..."

The woman looks no older than 30, long black hair with a golden tattoo on across her back and connecting to her chest, her radiant golden eyes piece through you.

"I assume you don't speak Japanese? What are you, broodwalker?"