"Wh-where is this place?"

 Hayama "Master" Morito-formerly known throughout the world as a legendary mercenary, teacher and bodyguard-was well and truly lost. He'd woken up a short while ago not at all where he expected to be, and his search for answers had left him even more puzzled. No one had made demands or announcements or even attempted to interrogate him after he'd awoken, nor was anyone attempting to restrict his movements so far all of which ruled out several possibilities. In addition despite his having operated all across the globe and even in some very remote, hidden, and even ancient places, none of what he'd seen so far had matched up to any location he knew. Oh to be sure, bits and pieces of it matched up to things he was familiar with, but that was the strangest thing of all. There was no consistency to it, as if buildings from all over the place and maybe even through different time periods had just been snatched up and deposited here, without even getting into the weird, alien designs woven through a lot of it. The only reasonable conclusion he could come to then, was that he was no longer on Earth, or at least no place on Earth he recognized.

That left a much more interesting problem in the form of the small group of people he'd just stumbled onto. From what he'd overheard they all seemed just as lost as him with no clear links between them other than all waking up as he had. Still, it would pay to be cautious just in case things were more dangerous with this group than they initially seemed. Thus, Morito chose to approach them under a guise of weakness while conducting reconnaissance. Playing into his appearance to put a group at ease was a tactic that had become a specialty of his, a secret weapon even!

Because Hayama "Master" Morito-a mercenary with decades worth of skill and experience feared throughout the world-seemed exactly like a harmless little boy.

"U-um, e-excuse me but I'm l-lost and alone..."