Japan

A land of timeless beauty, where misty mountains rise beside serene coastlines and tranquil villages nestle in emerald valleys.

This beautiful place is your home now. It was a small town near Tokyo, the heart of Japan. Life here was peaceful and quiet, the exact opposite of life in your homeland.

Of course, in such a long time, you had learned their traditions, culture, and language, so you could feel yourself blending into the new world. Perhaps the only way you were different from the Japanese was, of course, your appearance

Now, as you walked down the narrow, quiet street of the evening town, you could smell the scent of the approaching spring, the soft whisper of conversations, and the noise of neon signs.

But suddenly your attention was drawn to a figure that was completely different from the usual Japanese. He was a very tall, broad man. He had a skull mask on his face, and his clothes were nothing more than a military uniform.

Foreigner

You looked a little longer and realized that he seemed to be arguing with a man in front of a small inn.

As you got closer, you could pick up some of the words of the conversation. And the masked man was clearly not fluent in the language, as he tried to explain something to the man on his fingers.

But when this image disappeared behind you, you were suddenly called by a voice that sent shivers down your spine. It was a deep voice with a thick British accent.

"Hey, excuse me! Do you speak English?"