An hour passed, and Greg managed to accept the fact that he wasn't himself anymore, or at least he tried. He looked at his hands and noticed them shaking. He'd been panicking for 45 minutes to an hour. He took a deep breath and tried to meditate, for a while. He was able to calm down a little more, but that didn't completely extinguish his nervous shaking. "So I'm an anime character now? What do I do from here? How do I end this?" he asked himself, still a little in denial, that this wasn't a dream, not having the courage to move from the bed, after seeing his new self in the mirror. He took another deep breath, then opened his eyes, after having, closed them for about 15 minutes, while meditating. "Yup, wasn't a dream after all," he said, smirking a little, while his nerves began acting up again. "Fuck!" he yelled taking a deep breath, making an attempt to calm down again. He later, managed to calmed down a little, and because of that, he was able to think better. 

The first thing he decided to do, was to look around the room more, to see if there was anything, that could tell him something. He hesitated a little before finally leaving the bed. He had a hard time walking, because, of him still being a nervous wreck. He saw a folder and a few papers on a small desk. "Ok that's one," he said, deciding on continuing to look for more clues, before viewing what, he already had. He then opened the closet in the room. There were quite, a bit of clothes hung up, of course. "Definitely anime-like clothing , or is this Japanese?" he said wondering, noticing a white and gold school blazer, white and gold pants, and other normal outdoor clothes, in anime standers anyway. "School Uniforms?" he wondered, then decided to just take a look at the folder, he noticed before. He saw a, folded piece of paper, on the top of the folder, and decided to take a look at that first. It was a letter, that had his real name on it, which freaked him out a little, making his nerves, which were calming down a little, begin acting up again, but that didn't stop him from reading it. "I already have silver hair now, what's stopping me from stressing out now." 

[b][i]Dear Gregory-kun,
	
	If you're reading this letter, then that means that you haven't killed yourself yet, because of your sudden change. I'm sure it's obvious, but you are not in the world that you know. I cannot tell you much, for reasons. I'm already telling you too much now, but it can't be helped. Just know that you aren't forgotten, and we will come for you in due time. We have prepared, you a place to stay and money to help get you by. I'm sorry I can't tell you much, but you will be attending school in this city. Please do your best to adapt to your surroundings, and try to not stand out too much, but for a handsome man like you, that might be a problem. Everything that you'll need will be in the folder. You have others in this building, that are just like you. Please look out for each other. Do your best, and good luck Kuni-kun![/i][/b]

"Gregory-kun? Kuni-kun, was that suppose to be a name? School!? What!?" he yelled surprised, while glancing at the folder. He remembered, the school blazer in the closet. "So I'm suppose to wait for the one responsible for bringing me here? I'm also suppose to attend school again?" he said, as he tried to take it all in. The last time Greg attended any form of school was 5 years ago, when he attended community  college, why would he want to go back? "What kind of school am I suppose to be attending?" he thought, then stopped. Was he just going to just accept these orders? He never did like be ordered around, so why should he allow it now? Although it would be dumb idea to not consider it. He was in a world he didn't know anything about. What else could he do? He ignored the thoughts, and focused on the contents of the folder. 
30 minutes passed, and Greg started rubbing his temple, trying to put things together. "High school student, 17 years old, new name is Ichihara Mitsukuni," now he knew where the Kuni-kun came from. He had a hard time pronouncing the name. This is supposed to be his new name, and he couldn't even say it properly, normally. In the folder were documents on the school, that he was suppose to attend, an ID card for the school, a debit card for money, and other things. Was he really going to go along with this? It felt like he didn't have much of a choice. If he wanted to get back to his world, his best bet would be to go along with the mysterious person in the letter. He'd have to meet them, and the only way to do that would be to wait and stay alive. "Why school though!?" he argued out loud. A part of him told himself not to do it, but the smart part of him told him, that if he didn't, school officials, would probably take action, by looking for him, and that would be attracting too much attention, which is what the letter told him not to do. He took a deep breath, then sighed. "Well I guess I'm Kuni-kun then," he sighed again, wondering which was his first or last name was. "It sounds very Japanese, but how similar is this world to anime besides, the look?" he wondered, standing to his feet, looking at the exit door of the room. "Wait didn't the letter say, there were more like me?" he remembered. Then sudden he heard someone screaming.

 "EEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!"

It sounded like a girl. Mitsukuni, wanted to see what was going on, but he was too afraid to leave the room. He shook his head, then gave himself a weak slap in the face, to reduce the fear. As he slowly made his way to the door, he pause a little before, turning the door knob, then he remembered something. "Wait a minute, did I-" before he could finish, he heard the sound of glass braking. "Ok, now I have to do something. Dammit all!!!" he yelled, quickly opening the door, running out to look for where the sound had come from. "Heeey!!! Are you ok!?," he yelled, knowing it was a dumb question indeed.