"A dr- what are you talking about?" Shinjiro asked, but ... he's struck by a sudden wave of dizziness.

He remembered being shot. He remembered how much it hurt. He remembered dying. But he didn't remember how he got here. How he got put into this outfit. And the streets wound together and - his thoughts swirled.

Shinjiro remembered a carriage ride and a painful sensation stabbed his chest. Something important happened there, something he couldn't forget. What ...

"I'm dreaming," Shinjiro said, slowly, trying to remember. Distracted, he didn't notice something dark slithering out of an alley behind him.