You were just doing your job. Raising your hands to bring your katana down on a demon's head.

But then something happened. And you were no longer in the woods.

But instead in a corridor you didn't recognize, surrounded by people you didn't know. You barely stopped yourself before you cut the man standing in front of you.

You stood straight, counting the four men that surrounded you, and sheathed your katana.

"Who the hell are you?" The man you almost cut — Soap — said.