Blue eyes opened before quickly closing again. Eyelids blinked several times as the sapphires behind them slowly adjusted to the sunlight filtering through the canopy of leaves above. She turned her head to glance around the clearing, overgrown with vegetation as it was. She closed her eyes and put a hand to her brow, trying to make sense of her situation. [i]According to that ojii-san, I died. But now I'm here. The question is,[/i] she thought to herself before opening her eyes and sitting up, [i]where is here?[/i]

She sighed and rose to her feet. Sitting there wasn't going to give her any answers. She quickly took stock of her equipment. The sleeveless shirt, pants, leather bracelets, and boots she found herself in were quite different from her previous attire, but they were comfortable enough and didn't hinder her movement, so she couldn't complain. Various pouches lined her belt, filled with rations and some odds and ends, and a waterskin hung off her hip. She silently thanked the ojii-san for his foresight. Lastly, she unhooked the weapon hanging across her back and held it in front of her. A simple wooden staff, about 6 ft in length, sat across her hands, with a simple black leather grip wound around most of its length. At one end, a small metal blade, slightly hooked toward the tip, extended straight out. At the other end, a much larger blade, nearly the length of the handle itself, jutted out sideways from the wood, curved and sharp as an eagle's talon. She took a stance and swung it around a few times before nodding, satisfied with the weight distribution and the feel of the grip. She returned the scythe to its resting place on her back before walking off into the trees.

She walked through the jungle, her waist-length blue hair swaying gracefully as she searched for any sign of civilization. After some time, the sound of gunfire reached her ears. [i]Odd.[/i] She drew her scythe and headed in the direction they originated from, more cautiously this time. After a few minutes, some decaying ruins came into view. They were covered in every type of vine imaginable, but it appeared to be a bathhouse of some sort. She placed a hand on the stone, marveling at the feeling of the warm stone against her skin. [i]Well, one thing's for sure: this definitely is not VR,[/i] she mused as she traced her hand along the rough surface of the stone, admiring the amount of detail. She skirted around the outer edge of the ruins looking for an entrance. As she turned around the corner of the building to the front, several voices floated on a breeze to her ears. She quickly hid behind a pillar, her azure eyes carefully peering out as she assessed the speakers.

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