Who knows how it came to this. One moment, he was on his way home from patrol, the next, Keigo was chasing a robber across the street. They didn't have wings like he did, but they could fly; and they very did it very well. He flew after them, out of the city and far into the forest, but they disappeared.

Keigo was left lost, bewildered as the criminal completely vanished, like they were never there. He found himself somewhere unfamiliar, which was odd; he knew Japan like the back of his hand. He knew every route, every shortcut. But this place... It looked nothing like Japan, and from the shortness of the chase, it didn't feel like he left Japan at all. He couldn't be far from Kyushu, right?

The winged hero looked around, his feathers ruffling with unease. No, this wasn't Japan... not at all. This forest looked borderline mythical, with glowing plants and looming trees. There was a path, leading somewhere furthur up the hill, with no signs yet pointing towards any directions. The grass was healthy, almost flourishing, and everything felt so... alive. It was like something straight out of a fantasy novel.

Where the hell is he?