The darkness somebody experiences when unconscious just can't be conveyed with the words. As conciousness returns, however, you can see a hazy forest path of a mountain forest, upside down. With each step, the back of your head bounces gently against the big and soft butt of the person who carries you on her shoulder. The steps of the maroon shoes beneath you reach a more solid surface than the damp forest floor, as they begin to hit a rought cobblestone path.

"Hm? You're finally awake." An irritated voice says. In one fluid motion, your carrier grabs you with one hand and you throws off of her shoulder. After being thrown in a wide arc follows a landing on the hard wooden floor of her veranda. The voice speaks up again "Get up. Name's Ibaraki-Douji, or just Kasen. I'm an Oni, and I found you on the forest floor. Don't know where you came from, but I don't care."

Grabbing you by your neck with a vice-like grip, she lifts you off of the floor. "I said to get up!", she snarls. "Whatever, I found you in the forest. Don't know who you are, or where you came from, but you belong to me now. So, chop chop. Chores won't do themselves." She says as she goes into her living room, where she lounges the tatami floor.