Kaito stuffed the phone back into his pocket as he familiarized himself with his surroundings. He knew for a fact these kinds of fields didn't even grow [i]anywhere [/i]near the city he lived in, much less within it. He'd never even [i]seen[/i] a farm in real life. At least, not until now. That was still assuming this were real life, of course.

The young man stood and brushed lingering pieces of hay off of his thighs and backside, puffing his cheeks and blowing some air through his lips in a horse-like fashion.

[i]Where the hell am I?[/i]

Just then, the most curiously dressed girl he had ever seen pushed through a row of wheat before him. She accosted him furiously, and he was left to stammer apologies that fell upon deaf ears. He threw up his hands as she brandished her crook in his direction, trying to show he was no threat. Kaito wasn't intimidating in the least; he was scrawny, short, and pale. She had no interest in his broken explanation, and before long, Kaito found himself listening to her every word with a slack-jawed expression upon his face.

Gilda behaved quite strangely and rather forwardly for someone he had just met. Her annoyance quickly transformed into elation, and it left Kaito even more confused. She was going on so rapidly that it was hard to follow, but he made sense of a couple things that stood out to him.

Locking his knees, Kaito stood his ground and drew his hands away from hers as if her skin had burned him. "I'm not going anywhere with you until you explain a few things," he stated flatly, eyes narrowing with irritation. "Who is this girl you speak of? And why would you call me a [i]Hero[/i]? I've done nothing of note, as far as I'm aware."

He gestured wildly with his hands in every direction, continuing to stare Gilda down. Kaito was not as enamoured with this girl's appearance or giddiness as he might have usually been, given the situation. "And where am I, for starters? How did I get here? You must know. You seem to know an awful lot about me already."