Your vision was iffy at best... You were disoriented... Words failed you... You're not sure what exactly happened, but the last thing you were able to draw the memory was a blow to the back of your head, a flash of white, and then a fade to black. You quickly put together that someone or something had gotten to drop on you and knocked you clean out. After a bit more careful observation, you realize that all you had to your name was your clothes and a sheathed ominous blade clenched tightly in left hand... You're not even sure how you came to be in possession of such a thing. You were interrupted from your thoughts when you felt the gentle caress of a smooth hand over your cheek... Which alerted you to the fact that you were laying on your back. With your head in what looks to be a fox woman's lap. When she spoke... It was like velvet comfortably nestling your ears

Ah, you've risen. I'm glad that you're safe, Wielder of the Demon Blade...