Thanks to any reader, reviewer, writer and/ or fan out there!

Um, this story is gonna have tiny chapters because I only wrote so much for it.

P.S. There's just a tiny note at the end.

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Jack woke up to the scent of hot rice, something he loved as a child. The cot beneath him was soft and for a moment he truly felt at home. But the metal lights and the soft, but audible zoom of an automobile could be heard.

He was still in the future and in a strange place. He rose as quickly as he could, looking for any pair of eyes or anything that meant he was being watched.

None.

The home looked normal. To him at least. Wood floors. And doors that appeared to slide to the sides and looked like the ones in his homeland, save for the wood they used was replaced here by cold, ugly metal. He carefully slid the one left open, but then in the end drew it open quickly. It revealed a small table, with dark-coloured wood, with a rich red-brown colour in the middle of a still wooden floor and before he tried the other doors, he saw the neatly placed tea set. The kettle was still steaming and so was the already poured cup. He picked it up with careful hands and dipped his tongue into the tea. After deciding it tasted delicious, he drank it all in one gulp. But there wasn't only tea; there was the fresh, steamed rice there, along with what looked like some sort of miso soup and these flat, soft, breads on a plate with a thick sauce on it and having a yellow square in the middle. Whoever lived here lived a strange life, with foods alike from his time period and reinforcing it with steel and trying to soften it with the flat, floppy breads that smelled like the forest. But if they haven't killed him yet…He could trust to eat the food.

And so he ate.

"It's good that you found the food and didn't tear up the house," Jack heard, one of the doors sliding open.

He took one hard look at her. She was not much. She had hair the shades of blues and blue-greens. She had bangs swept to the right. The sides were long, but it all began to shrink until it was cut very short in the back of her head. And her eyes looked at him like he was being kept from sort of secret. And she was, of course, most likely a few inches shorter than he.

He didn't sense immediate danger, but he was learning to become cautious.

"So how did you like breakfast?" she asked.

"It was very good."

"Good. I can't cook omelette's very well, so I hope the pancakes were okay."

Jack only looked down at the empty plates.

She grabbed them and walked away, sliding a door that led to what he assumed was a kitchen.

He watched her and she came back with food for herself. She arranged the plates neatly across from him and sat.

Jack watched her eat the same things he did. She glanced up at him every other bite and quite frankly, it made Jack a little nervous.

The woman finished quickly and returned to the kitchen with her plates.

"I'll get those later," she laughed to herself. The woman again sat herself across from Jack. She held up her head with her arm and looked at the samurai with a smile.

"So what is your name?" she asked, her eyes flickering with that secret.

"They call me Jack."

"They call you Jack," she repeated, "Well, my name is Isolde. Nice to meet you," she said, holding out her hand.

Jack stared at her hand that had a few scars.

Isolde withdrew her hand, "I won't hurt you," she clarified.

"Where am I?"

"To be specific, you're in my house in Chord City. Not a place for someone with anything left."

Isolde watched him keep silent.

"Anyways, that's your room," she pointed, gesturing to where Jack had woken up. "Mine is next to yours."

"I'll show you around soon enough, but I need to sleep. I never seem to get past breakfast. Feel free to explore," Isolde noted, dragging herself towards her room, "Just don't break anything. Sorry our first day was like this, feel free to ask me anything."

Jack watched her close her door and heard her land on her bed.

Was he being held captive? That Isolde girl didn't look like the kind to do that, she didn't have the look in her eyes. Was it a mind trick? He had been taught about that, where one may be nice to you once and then becomes hostile the next in a cycle to brainwash you. No, he wouldn't have been given so much freedom.

He hated this.

Isolde's name is pronounced IH-SowL-Dee