It was… perplexing. How suddenly everything changed around him.

Kyojuro was mere seconds from killing a demon—its neck just against the tip of his blade, yet… he now stood alone in an unrecognizable town.

His eyes trailed along the scene for an explanation; the houses and sights were unlike anything he'd seen within his district. Was this a dream? An illusion? Did he get hit by an attack before he'd even realized it?

… For now, he looked around, hoping to run into someone to clarify his location before the demon could harm any civilians in his absence.