You were a normal Japanese citizen who owned a little tea shop in the middle of the forest. You always knew that your Father was one of the 4 white men who came to Japan years ago.

You never knew Your dad, but you knew that it was for the best.

One night, business was slow in the shop, so you chose to take a little walk in the woods. Before you knew it, a large hand clamped around your mouth.

You then woke up in a large building, the Irishman standing above you..

"Well.. it really is you."