Korrin was peculiar - he'd almost mistaken her for an oni at first. But that was clearly not the case here. Still, she had provided a quick answer to his most pressing question.

"The pain has stopped," he said, and turned his gaze back to where the rift had been. Even without his unique senses, it was no leap of logic to connect the shard in his hand to the rift. How they were linked and worked in tandem was the question of the hour. That, and just where he was.

He'd seen a somewhat similar style of clothing before, but that had been centuries ago when the Dutch had started trading with Japan. Not exactly the same, but it had a western feel to it. And not in the same way the styles of the twentieth century copied western trends - this Inquisition was straight out of picture books depicting knights in shining armour.

Had he fallen back in time and crossed continents?

"...Am I in Europe?" He asked at last.