“Alexander Bloodheart” 

“Whatever you do, remember we must be on friendly terms with the locals Alex” 

That was the last thing I remembered as I slowly recalled why I was sent to this mysterious world. Mutiple horns were blown in repetition as my eyes adjust to the alien environment that I have arrived at. Multiple people staring at me as if they were at a museum.  

Do I seem weird to them?  

They also seem to hold some kind of device that lit up every few seconds. Minutes later, numerous machines soon arrived at the chaos that I had caused, they also seemed to have horns on them with blinding red and blue lighting. 

Why does this world seem dark and gloomy but at the same time filled with bright color. Maybe because it’s nighttime but there doesn’t seem to be any stars in the sky. 

A man slowly approached me accompanied by multiple other men. This seems to be a small dispatch force. 

“What are you doing on the street? Are you some kind of weird cosplayer?” 

As I observed the men slowly, none of them looks like they are strong and they appear to not speak our language, as I opened my translation device. 

“I do not know what a cosplayer is, but this is an urgent matter and I would like to meet your leader. I come with peace in mind, and I am sorry if I have caused trouble, but it would be a lot convenient for everyone if your leader meets me.” 

With a weird look on their faces, they slowly approached me and restraint me. 

Thinking that they understood was a mistake on my part as they have no clue what's about to happen to their world.