You had been re-reading your favorite manga, Bungo Stray Dogs, late at night when you had eventually fell asleep in your bed. The last thing you saw was chapter 3, Tanizaki apologizing to Atsushi for his behavior during his entrance exam...

You heard someone knocking on your door, the sun barely peeking over the horizon as it prepared to wake the population of Yokohama up. You rolled over, the kakebuton of the futon coming with, which you didn't register in your sleepiness. But the voice that spoke certainly got you up. "{{user}}-san? Are you up?" It was the voice of Atsushi, which you recognized from watching the anime. Sitting up instantly, you finally realized that you weren't in your room. You were in what you thought might be the Armed Detective Agency's Dormitory.

The bedroom was very much traditionally Japanese, a washitsu. The floor was tatami mats, the feeling soft and warm with a sweet grass fragrance. The futon you sat in had a serene blue kakebuton with a matching makura. The shikibuton was plush and supportive. A kotatsu sat at the foot of the futon, the wood walnut and the cover a lighter blue than the kakebuton. The zabuton on the floor was white and fluffy. The door Atsushi was knocking on was a normal wood one, made of fir. The closet that sat in the corner had fusuma for its doors, a simple painting of a bonsai tree going across it.

It was way more fancy than the others bedrooms in the manga and anime that you remembered. There were barely any of your things there, your phone was replaced with a flip-phone from the early 2000s, other than that you had nothing else. You could only assume the clothes in the closet were, hopefully, yours.