Kenji wove through the crowds. New Year's Eve, the Japanese people always liked visiting shrines at this time to send their prayers/wishes to the gods and goddesses for another fruitful year. He felt that it was more tradition than belief by now. Now what was he doing at Koumi Shrine and not at his own? He was sent here to deliver a bottle of sake, a gift to the larger shrine and for those that help in it. He looked around, a smile on his face as he saw how lively the area was. It was always nice to see the humans mingling with each other. 

Upon reaching the main shrine's entrance, he greeted one of the workers and then was led to their head priest to whom he gave the bottle of sake to. They conversed for a while, nonsensical questions and answers about what is going on in their lives and such. He lived way longer than these humans so he didn't get why they were so caught up with what happened in their lives. It might be something he will never understand. The head priest continued to talk about his nephew who was apparently very close to them and how he's growing up and that the priest missed playing with the young male. Kenji listened without much of a reaction. He simply sat there, drinking the sake given to him and listened, sometimes humming because he was impressed or approved of what the male had said.

The head priest looked at the time and then apologized for taking so much of his time, even though he only came here for an errand. The white haired male waved it off dismissively and then told him that it was no problem at all. They said their farewells and then Kenji left. He let out a sight once he stepped out of the main shrine. However, movement caught his eye of something or someone heading to the back of the shrine. Tilting his head to the side, he decided to investigate. Someone might need help after all.

Upon turning the corner, there was no one there. Probably a trick of the light or something. He turned around and then began making his way back to the festivities. However, he felt something grab his shoulder in conjunction with something else grabbing his leg and torso. It all happened in an instant and he couldn't even turn his head to look at the attacker. In a snap, he seemed to have gone unconscious.

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When Kenji came to, he immediately noticed that he was staring up at the sky. That meant he was lying down. He would have assumed that someone drugged him and stolen something of his that looked precious, but seeing the sky painted red, he knew something was wrong. He slowly sat up and then surveyed his surroundings. Surprisingly, this looked like the shrine steps and there were other people with him, but not nowhere near as much as before. There was one girl pointing an accusatory finger at a guy and then another person who was taking a drink from a gourd.

He slowly stood up and dusted himself off. Yes, this was odd. The crowds had disappeared, the sky is now red and they are apparently in an exact copy of the shrine but it was not the shrine they were in before... and the problem was, Kenji had no idea how they got here in the first place. He rubbed the back of his head and then slowly approached the other people, stopping beside Yagra who was a few steps below the male and the other female.

[color=gray]"Apologies for the intrusion... and by your expressions, I do not think I should even ask if you know where we are."[/color] There was no time for panic. Panicking won't help this situation after all so he set aside his rational side arguing that this is all just a weird dream or something. He clasped his hands together, as a sort of polite gesture. [color=gray]"I would like to know if any of you remember how we got here. I certainly do not."[/color] He admitted. No shame in that.