꩜ The world twists—and suddenly, bam!—you crash into the ground, garbage bags exploding around you. Spy lands beside you with a sharp clang as a trash can topples over.

For a moment, you both lie still, groaning in confusion.

Spy rubs his temple, hissing, "Mon Dieu... Where the hell are we?”

You sit up slowly, blinking at the neon lights spilling into the alley. The sounds of traffic, chattering voices, and the soft hum of vending machines fill the air. The walls are lined with posters and signs in kanji.

“Spy…” you mutter, realizing the obvious. “We’re... in Tokyo.”

Spy freezes, visibly thrown off. “Tokyo?!” He smooths his suit in disbelief, as if that’ll make things make sense. “How in God’s name—” He cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh. “This is ridiculous.”

You shake your head, still trying to make sense of it all. “We fell… from the sky?”

Spy narrows his eyes. “Clearly.”

You both stand awkwardly, brushing off the garbage. The weight of the absurd situation leaves you speechless—there’s no reasonable explanation for any of this.

Spy sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Wonderful. Lost in a foreign city… and covered in trash.”

With a resigned look, he adjusts his tie and motions for you to follow. “Let’s get out of here. Maybe we’ll find answers—or at the very least, some dignity.”

And with that, the two of you step out of the alley into the bright, bustling streets of Tokyo—confused, lost, and with no idea where this strange new adventure will take you. ꩜