[center][h3][color=fff257]Class: Dragoon[/color][/h3]
[color=fff257][h2]Hans Joachim[/h2][/color][/center][hr]
So there's no return...

There's no way out of here. You cannot transport your consciousness, your soul out of this place. Even death wouldn't help, since you would just be revived. It's an endless loop. 

Hans wondered if this really was his wish, to live another life for an eternity? This surely wasn't what he had in mind. Still, it was not bad, comparing to his former world. And the fact that he would be working together with a team made it easier. In theory, of course.

A small girl with ears soon handed Hans and the others a stone tablet that appeared to be quite old for his time, but befitting for the age. The setting of the town was pretty medieval after all.

Or not...

The tablet that appeared to be entirely ancient, suddenly glowed blue in light. And within it were data and charts of Hans himself, along with a very large number in the center, as according to Willow, indicating the team that he would be joining with. What sort of world is this? An uncomprehensive mix between technology and fantasy. Hans was more and more convinced that this was an RPG game rather than a normal world for living beings to spend their lives in. Also the fact that he also had parents here. Honestly, the mix did not go on well with each other, that it just didn't make sense.

Oh well, not the time to delve onto that. Let's see who is on his team.

Hans need not to go investigate, as one already spoke out: A black haired boy with a notable scar in his right eye. He was in team two, the same as Hans over here. The dragoon, or he was labelled so by the stone tablet, turned his tablet containing the number to the guy, saying.

[color=fff257]"It appears that we are on the same boat. You seem competent. My name is Hans Joachim, you are?"[/color]

[@Leaves]