[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190522/5ec07975271d6ef3e7be9e67e7144f35.png[/img][/center][hr][color=FFE4B5]"Right, that about does it. Your next appointment is about a month from now. Yes. Yes, I can send you an e-mail. Good bye."[/color]

Silence had remained in the air until the familiar ring of a client ending the call signalled another day of work coming to an end. His exhale was heavy enough to alter his posture, and his finger and thumb soon dug their way around the bridge of his nose where a pair of computer glasses rested only seconds ago. It didn't take long for his irritated eyes to start rejecting the incandescent white of a computer monitor. Kaito was a tired man. It would have felt childish to be honest to himself about it, but even such a physically undemanding job had a way of psychosomatically draining him. During nights like these he'd typically get away from the comfort of his padded chair as quickly as possible, before his arms spread towards the computer desk and the hard wood felt like the most comfortable surface in the world to sleep on. Today hadn't been one of those days. He struggled to even lift his head from his arms, with a yawn seemingly cementing it in place. He was going to lose the fight today. His body felt instant relief upon thinking that, to his disappointment.  

This wasn't his office. 

Earth and air. Crisp, unpolluted, breathable air. It should have been a pleasing experience to his body, but Kaito's instincts only felt repulsion at the overwhelming atmosphere of his surroundings. It was the body of a man who had adapted to the unadaptable, to food that came in bags and train rides where he couldn't even turn his head. He had no reaction, no past experiences to draw from, nothing at all that could have framed any sort of context around the untouched nature around him. He dragged himself up, picking leaves out of his long hair. 

[color=FFE4B5]"Hmm..."[/color] he searched the contents of his bag and pockets before letting out a soft sigh. [color=FFE4B5]"My phone isn't on me, apologies."[/color]

He had his journals with him at least. They were worthless outside of his office, but it felt reassuring in a visceral sort of way to have something familiar alongside him. The more he tried to piece together the events he could recall, the more they drifted around in his head like a foggy dream. There were other people around him, also stumbling around. Another pang of reassurance. Whatever had just transpired, he wasn't alone.

[color=FFE4B5]"My name is Iyasu Kaito."[/color] His fingers slid in the pocket of his dress shirt for a business card, but he corrected himself before taking one out. This wasn't an appropriate situation to do that. Then again, he couldn't exactly figure out what sort of situation this was at all. [color=FFE4B5]"'Whoever threw us out'... is that what happened?"[/color] His voice was soft, but its prodding was as strong as ever. Having been tossed here along with others would have explained some things, at least.