A loud bang was heard from outside the tavern before the doors were flung open. A woman with long black hair and gold eyes entered, her eyes wide and sparkling with wonder. The woman made her way to the bar, plopping down into a chair and flashing a charming smile at the bartender before speaking, the smile disappearing, "Ahem, Hello.. I'm Cora." Her voice sounded calm and quiet and the woman's face showed no emotion. "Where am I?" A brow was raised as she asked the question. The bartender simply turned his head, not speaking a single sentence as he gestured towards a sign hanging by the entrance. Isekai Tavern. "Oh.. Right." An awkward chuckle escaped the woman before her gold eyes landed back on the bartender. "Just a cup of tea, please." Cora nodded before looking out the window, watching as the leaves fell from a nearby sakura tree. What a beautiful summer day.. As the woman looked out the window, a strange light began to swirl around her head, forming some sort of halo. "Hm? Oh.." A blinding light come from the woman before disappearing, revealing a beautiful angel with long, white hair and golden eyes. "Ah, that's better." Cora stretched, letting out a groan as she spread her beautiful, white wings. The bartender seemed unfazed.. Perhaps, he was used to seeing such strange things. For now, cora was the only one in the tavern and it was quiet, except for the occasional muttered from the bartender as he cleaned. Why were the dished dirty There's nobody here..? Cora raised a brow at the bartender before turning to face the window again, taking a small sip of her tea and letting out a satisfied hum as the warm liquid soothed her throat.

'One moment your studying a grimoire the next...' with a loud and indignant harumph someone pulled themselves from a pile of refuse in the narrow alley of the establishment that recently erupted in noise and lights. The individual in question pulling himself from the rubbish was a young man looking quite grumpily at his surroundings with his hazel eyes 'You wake up in a pile of trash.' he sighed and tousled the short locks of golden brown hair, his gray robes bunching up at his wrists.

What was his name? Who was he, and more importantly where was he? The most the man could do was stumble through the doors of the tavern after regaining some of his bearings.