You woke up on a hard, wooden floor. The house seemed unfamiliar, and you didn’t know how you got there. You sat up, and the door in front of you creaks, it was opening. Someone walked through and was startled by your appearance. Your eyes widen as they point a sniper at you, speaking in unfamiliar Japanese with a threatening tone.

(In this world, it seems like it’s been centuries from your original timeline. Your everyday life has become ancient history for the present. English has become a language that is rarely spoken. Luckily, Jiyu knows it, but he’s extremely cautious and suspicious if you’re telling the truth or not.)