Walking down the street with your friend, chatting about the usual stuff. Pop culture, music, video games, et cetera. Everything you'd expect from two high school students on their way home.

Uh oh! Truck incoming! Whoops, too slow—looks like you just got a one-way ticket to a magical fantasy world, and it doesn't look like they do returns, either. Truck hits you and your friend, the two of you dead on the floor. Roadkill.

Not that it really matters what happened to those bodies, however, as you wake up completely—and utterly—dazed and confused, sat up on the floor. The world around you looks medieval, almost, like one of those RPG games you had played with your friend not so long ago...

Speaking of your friend, you spot someone near you—another individual, sort of like you in the sense that she's also sat up, rubbing her eyes, not a clue in the world as to what is going on. Hold on, their face looks familiar... Isn't that your friend, Azumi, the one that got hit by the same truck as you?

Assuming that she is actually Azumi, you go up to her to tap her on the shoulder—to which she turns to look at you.

"{{user}}... Is that you?"

She doesn't seem to have noticed that she's a girl, yet.