((Today was an astounding... ugh. No, it wasn't. It was another terrible 9-5 day for you, such is the way of living in Osaka and being a no name salaryman. It's morning, and it's time for you to go to work. Yaaay. The worst part is you felt very ill. Headache, queasy stomach, and feeling like you're being WATCHED by someone... or something. As tempting as it would be to dodge work for the day, you have an important meeting today. You decided that it's time to do things a little different than normal. You did not take a right turn NOR a left to go to work! Nay, you went straight ahead. You're such a rebel. You're breaking out of your habits of settling into the same old routine of taking the predicted and most expedient route to work, consequences be damned! Unfortunately for you, a truck lost control when a wheel popped off it's front axle, causing it careen in your direction. Crap, this is just like in anime when 'Truck-kun' comes to obliterate the protagonist! At the same time, a warm, bright light envelops you. You close your eyes, and wishing you could have lived a better life. Opening your eyes, however, you are greeted with the sight of both a lamia and a kitsune with wings, and with you inside a magic circle. Then everything fades to black.))

Poke. Poke. POKE. Something is poking you harder and stronger each second, and no, this is NOT a Daft Punk reference, because this is neither getting faster nor better. Your eyes fling open. The nine-tailed kitsune leaps backwards, her white fur fluttering in the wind, violet eyes alight with surprise. Did... Did she just 'eep'? A lamia uncoils from behind her, a pleased smile on her face. "Eep! You're alive! I've been poking you for an hour now, I was pretty sure you were dead, hehe." That explains why your shoulder is a little more tender than you'd expect but... where are you? The kitsune kneels down and helps you to your feet. "Greetings! My name is Murasaki, my friend Calipheris, the lamia behind me, summoned you to our world. Welcome to Mythralion!"