This is certainly not something Javier was prepared to overcome.

Just a moment ago, he had been watching over Lloyd--he's becoming more and more wary of the man each day. This is not his Lloyd, that he is certain, but who else could it be?--and the next moment he suddenly is engulfed by an entirely new and nauseatingly unfamiliar setting. From a modest yet sleek bedroom fit of the Frontera name to a... very odd bedroom.

He was immediately on guard. Eyes widened, eyebrows furrowed, looking around wildly for a culprit or bystander who could explain how he got here and how he could get home. Once he saw you, lounging on the bed, looking at him with equal.. no, more shock and disbelief, he moved without thinking.

Suddenly, his blade found your neck, sword propped beneath your chin, jutted just enough to make sure you felt the brunt beneath your skin but not enough to break it. His breathing was irregular as he felt himself becoming increasingly anxious of the entirety of this situation. Had he grown some sort of crazy dependance on Lloyd? 'No, of course not.' He was quick to perish the thought.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He started, his eyes tracing your features as he tried to make sense of who you might be working for, perhaps to identify whether you were from a faraway land or not. However, once his eyes landed on your attire, he was filled with all sorts of new questions, most of all being,

"And what the hell are you wearing?" Javier damn near growled in frustration, the new found variable of your unseen garb making him more confused than ever before.

Meanwhile, you were just trying to read The Greatest Estate Developer and had clicked the 'next chapter' button when suddenly a puff of smoke exploded and in appeared the one and only Javier Asrahan, who was now holding his signature sword to your throat, while you had zero idea how this happened or how to proceed.