In a jail cell of a prison in a powerful nation called Amestris a man in the jail cell wore a black, sleeveless tunic with black pants and black leather boots. His hair is long, black, and kept in a low ponytail. His named is Daryun. He's knight from the kingdom Pars who was taken from his world and placed into another; he switched with a prisoner named Zolf J Kimblee, now roaming free in his world while Daryun is imprisoned in jail in this world.
Daryun looked around the jail. There was only a bed and one window that provided light in the small room. The door was metal. Daryun banged and shouted, "HELLO?! IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?" A rectangular, wooden restraint for the hands was on the floor. Some how the original prisoner got them off or had help.
A small slot on the door was opened by one of the guards. He took one good look at Daryun and noticed the wooden hand retraint. He shouted "KIMBLEE ISN'T IN HIS CELL! I FOUND HIS RESTRAINS ON THE GROUND!"
"WHAT?!" Another guard looked into the cell and saw only Daryun and no one else. "WHERE'S KIMBLEE?! WHO IS THE BUFF GUY IN BLACK?!"
"I don't know sir."
"SOUND THE ALARMS, KIMBLEE ESCAPED. NOTIFY THE WARDEN."
"What about the man in black sir?"
"Get him out we're interrogating him for answers." An alarm sounded off. The door opened. Three guards came in with guns and a pair of handcuffs.
"Show us your hands!" One of the guards demanded. Daryun was confused by the request but showed his hands to the guards. They guards looked at them and were relieved to see nothing on them.
"Face the wall and place your hands on it." One guard demanded. With hesitation Daryun faced and placed his hands on the wall like he was told.
Two guards came up behind him, cuffed his hands together behind his own back, and they lead him out of the small room. They walked through a section of the prison where the other prisoners are kept. The other imprisoned men shouted and pointed at Daryun. Some laughed at how funny he dressed.
"Where am I?" They walked through a hallway.
"Central Prison in the nation Amestris." Daryun was confused of the answer he heard but said nothing.
"Why did you and your comrades need to see my hands?" They entered into another small room with a small table three chairs.
Daryun was baffled by the lamp hanging above the table. "Never seen a lamp before?" Another guard jokingly asked
"I haven't." Daryun sat down at the table on the opposite side of two of the guards. The third guard stood outside. The door they came through opened. The warden came in and sat down on the third chair across from Daryun.
"I am the warden, I'm in charge of this prison. I'll be the one asking the questions. I'll start off with a simple one. What's your name?"
"My name is Daryun."
"Where are you from Daryun?"
"The kingdom Pars." The two guards sitting beside the warden started snickering.
"Don't joke with me! There's no such place." This shocked Daryun. No only was he in a country he didn't existed but no one has heard of Pars. He was starting to think he's in an entirely different world where the kingdom he's from didn't exist.
Instead of trying to convince them he's from another world, he decided to lie about not remembering where he's from. "Actually I can't recall where I'm from."
The warden looked at him funny but decided not to press on with he place of birth. That didn't matter, what really mattered was finding out how Kimblee got out and his location. "Do you recall how you got into the prison cell?"
"No. I was in the stables caring for my horse. A bright light appeared and the next thing I knew I ended up in this prison... in the jail cell."
A guard pulled out a mug shot of Kimblee and placed it on the table. "Do you know who this man is?" Daryun was shocked at how similar his face the color and his hair (the color, length and that it was kept in a low ponytail) looked similar to his own. "The only time I've heard of the name "Kimblee" was today. I've never seen him either nor spoke to him."
"Is that so? Then you wouldn't know where he went would you?" Daryun guess was this Kimblee is somewhere in his world. "I don't know where he could be." The warden wasn't happy with the answer.
An hour later he was released from the prison. There wasn't a good reason to keep him. Daryun was on his own in a new world he knew nothing of. While he walked through the large city, he wondered how his uncle, Arslan, and other comrades would react to him being missing.