The young boy’s eyes widen as he sat up. He looked around slightly and noticed he wasn’t in his room no more. “Where…am I?” he asked himself as he stood up from the futon and walked to the closest window. He opened the window and looked around. The moon wasn’t crimson…the night was pleasant. The smell of blood wasn’t in the air, it seemed like a dream. He wondered if he was still in Kyoto, in the Bakumatsu, it didn’t seem that way though. He turned around and grabbed his swords and walked out of the room he was in. The place where he had awoken seemed like an inn, but not like any inn in Kyoto.
As he walked down the stars to the lobby of the inn, he encountered one of the workers. He grabbed her by the arm and looked at her. “Where am I!? “ he asked, seeming confused. “Y-you’re in Tokyo.” Said the girl. He blinked a couple of times. “Tokyo!?” he asked and then saw the girl nod fearfully. “Hai, Tokyo, once known as Edo.“ His eyes widen. “Edo…What era!?” he asked as he then she then whimpered. “M-meiji Era…”. “Ariagatou…” he said softly as he walked out of the in. “Edo…Meiji Era… I wonder how I got here.” he repeated as wandered the place.