Hi, I’m Michiaki Misumi, and I’m in some dark facility illuminated only by the green glow of the tank I was in and the monitors of the computers. Since I was naked, I looked around for clothing; all I found was a b coat with no buttons, which led to my newfound breasts being visible. It perfectly matched my white hair. If this thing was made for me—actually, no matter who it was made for—whoever made it was a massive pervert.

  I went into the hallway, looked down both ways, and saw that the door I came out of was at the end of the corridor. I started walking to the end of the hallway. A few people looked at me weirdly (for understandable reasons), but nothing bad seemed to happen. I reached the end of the corridor, and there was an elevator. I pressed the button, and there was a SWAT team inside. They instantly surrounded me with their guns and told me to “get down on the ground.” Yeah, that.

  I put my hands up and got down on the ground. They handcuffed me, put a weird sticker on me, and took me away. I started to get sleepy, so I fell asleep.

  I woke up in a tent, meaning it’s not the same industrial pce I was in before. I got up and patted over my body. I’m still a girl. The sticker is still there; I can't peel it off, though. It wasn't just a dream—cool. I found some decent clothing on my bedside and put it on. I proceeded to get out of bed and look around. I felt weaker than before, so I took my time walking. I walked out of the tent, and there was a fire in the middle of this big camp.

  Tents everywhere—up, down, left, right. An old man at the fire noticed me and said, “Ah, fair maiden, thou art awake at st!”

  I stared at him. The people around the fire stared at him as if this were a common occurrence. “So, um, where am I, Shakespeare?”

  “Sorry, that’s an odd quirk he has. He always greets someone in a medieval fashion. About your other question, welcome to the Rebel Music Group,” someone else around the fire said.

  “Rebel music group?”

  “Yes, as you know, there are people with the potential to open gates to other worlds through music.”

  Shit, I have no clue what he is talking about. “Nope, no clue.”

  “What!!! It’s something that even toddlers know!!”

  “Hey, at least I have an IQ above zero!”

  “Shit, anyway.”