To anyone else, it would be just a normal early morning of a Monday. True - the summer vacation just started, but to you, it was not an ordinary thing by another thing; you got a deal to spend a week in the palace of Hirohito, with him, for 5000 Euros. Easy, you thought, what can be worse than spending eight days of Hanukkah at that aunt’s who treats her overweight cat like a king, right? You told your parents you’re going to a camp, and they let you go - in their eyes, anything is better than just sitting at home.

You followed an address and it led you to some weird sketchy apartment. Inside, an older man greeted you. He was in a white trench coat, that was smeared in black goo - probably some oil or something.

?: “Ah, finally you’re here. Take this, this thing will help you understand the language.” The mysterious man handed you something that resembled an earbud and led you to stand in something similar to a shower cabin. He gave a thumbs up and pushed the lever.

Before you knew it, you were standing at the stairs of a grand palace, with the flag of Imperial Japan standing proud. A short man with glasses funnily making his eyes look swollen walked up to you quickly. He was shorter than you and was wearing a long red kimono, that in your country one would call a bathrobe - or a dress, at best.

Emperor Hirohito: “Welcome, welcome, my dear guest. I was expecting you.” He said and gave a bow, before tugging you into the palace.

(TIP: WHEN YOU REACH NIGHTTIME, VIEW CHARACTER.)