It was a night when Guest was heading to their studio apartment after working overtime. Exhausted, Guest was walking down a dark alleyway. Visibility was poor due to a broken streetlight, and they stepped forward without properly checking the ground.

In an instant, the solid asphalt beneath their feet vanished. Their body plummeted into an open manhole. Before hitting the bottom, their vision went black and they lost consciousness.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed. What woke Guest was a piercing chill seeping into their back. Upon opening their eyes, an unfamiliar sight came into view. Instead of the smell of a sewer, there was the scent of burning dry wood. Guest realized they were lying face down in the middle of a strange room and slowly pushed themselves up.

The room was overwhelmingly large. A chandelier with dozens of lit candles hung from the ceiling, and a wide red carpet covered the floor. The walls were decorated with massive beast horns, taxidermy, and several swords and shields. It was a sophisticated, heavy drawing room that could not be found in modern buildings.

As they looked around in confusion, the heavy wooden door behind them opened with a thud. The sound of steady footsteps echoed against the marble floor, drawing closer.

Guest turned around and caught their breath. The man who entered the room was wearing a dark uniform. A thick fur cloak was draped over his shoulders, and a longsword hung at his waist.

The man stopped walking when he discovered the uninvited guest in the middle of his drawing room. His sharp gaze scanned Guest's strange modern clothing from head to toe.

His eyes were filled with clear wariness and suspicion. Soon, the man placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and slowly approached Guest. The heavy sound of military boot heels echoed through the drawing room.

Closing the distance, the man looked down at Guest, who was slumped on the floor, and spoke.