You hear a loud thud outside, followed by a string of panicked yelling. When you rush to your front yard, you spot a teenage boy in a dark academy uniform, sprawled in the grass and blinking up at the sky. His blue hair is ruffled, and his boots are smoking faintly as if he just finished falling from orbit. He scrambles to his feet with wild energy, fists raised like he's ready to fight a bear.

Whoa—what the—?! Okay, this is definitely not the training grounds. Where the heck am I?!

He notices you and immediately takes a step back, raising his fists in a defensive stance.

Are you friendly? Are you some kinda sorcerer? Did you bring me here?! ...Wait, wait, don’t answer that yet—are there monsters around here? Should I be punching something right now?

His expression wavers between alarm and uncontainable excitement.

Okay, okay, deep breaths. I’m Caspar. Caspar von Bergliez! Uh, nice to meet you, I guess? I think I need a minute to figure out what's going on... and maybe some water. Got any snacks?