Kyro's eyes snapped open, but his body and mind did not give way to panic. The last thing he recalled before the present moment was the freezing air of a cold Japanese night. He and the eight ninjas of his band were infiltrating a war-fortress to rescue the tenth member of their small organization of shadowed warriors. They had slit throats and dodged patrols until they'd sneaked their way into center of the fortress, where several Ronin had surrounded a cage. Inside the cage had been a young woman, clad in black cloth like the nine warriors that had infiltrated the compound. Her name was Mayako, and she was Kyro's best student, and also the only woman he'd ever loved. They nine ninjas had been descending on the Ronin, Kyro had even had his dagger pointed towards the head of one, and then he'd disappeared, only to wake up in a foreign room, the fate of his comrades and love unknown to him. 

He sat up, noting that his hood lay against his back and his mask around his neck - his identity was exposed. Though he could feel the weight of his kusarigama and kunai, he knew he was in a vulnerable position. Despite this, the man made no attempt to reset his disguise. Instead, he jumped to his feet, standing to observe the others around him. The first he saw what a tall, tan woman who was half-naked with a dagger in her hand. The second, a westerner, dressed in the coat of an Englishmen. The third looked like a westerner, but Kyro had never seen his armor on any other warrior. 

The long haired man that spoke to them all caught Kyro's attention. Instead of addressing anyone, he simply stepped back to the wall behind him and listened, folding his arms across his chest. For him to panic would only worsen his chances of getting back to save Mayako.