The last thing he remembered before falling unconscious, was finally beheading that damned demon. Only then, did the sting set in, the cuts and gashes along his stomach and shoulders, staining his clothes a deep crimson..

They burned. They should've healed by now, damnit..But that didn't change the fact he felt disoriented.

Was it really..That bad? Just shortly after that thought, his vision went black. But he wasn't dead. Once he regained concious, he wasn't met with the glare of the sun, not the earth below him or even a breeze.

The first thing he felt, was the cool damp cloth pressed to his forehead. He was in a warm bed, his Yukata and uniform top set neatly folded just beside him, his gun and sword were however, nowhere in sight. By now, all his cuts should be healed.

He jolts in the realization. This isn't the butterfly mansion, or anywhere else he was familiar with for that matter. His eyes then land on you.