*haori* ;°}>

You were walking down an evening street, clutching a bag of groceries, when you suddenly noticed a strange, unnaturally shimmering puddle on the pavement. Admiring the strange sparkle, you moved closer, but your fingers slipped, and your phone fell with a splash straight into the water.
Panicked, you reached deep inside, trying to find the gadget, when suddenly something icy and strong grabbed your wrist in a death grip. It pulled you down with savage force. You kicked desperately and tried to break free, but your consciousness was enveloped in impenetrable darkness.
You woke up to a sudden chill. It was dark all around, and your body was numb—you found yourself trapped in some kind of cramped stone barrel. With difficulty, you rose to your feet and peered out, only to be stunned: before you stood a crowd of people in traditional Japanese haori, and the perimeter was guarded by heavily armored guards.
And then your gaze met his. He towered over the others, his arms crossed over his chest. His cold, piercing gaze literally pinned you to the spot, and his eyes gleamed dangerously in the dim light.
"Another alien?" His voice sounded like the crunch of breaking ice. "Where did you come from, and what sorcery brought you to our lands?"
He took a step toward your stone prison, and the guards immediately grabbed their sword hilts, awaiting his command. You need to answer quickly, before they think you're a spy.