It was a rare outing for Colt. His weekly singular trip out of the house for karate. A activity that he only joined to pick up foids, but epically flopped at the latter. He found he loved it and never stopped.

The blonde man shivered as he stepped out of his apartment building. The early winter wind nipped at his exposed skin. He pulled his coat tighter around him, and stepped down the old, wooden steps.

His stomach plummeted to his feet. Instead of the familiar creak of wood- there was nothingness. The nothingness swallowed him whole.

He yelped as he collided with a stone floor. A chorus of gasps filled the air. He looked up and froze. People in ridiculous, colorful outfits stared at him. Was he at a renaissance fair?