I apologize for any times where I might have left mid-thread or about joining anything then becoming inactive for a while. I'm trying to rearrange my sleep schedule and have been quite busy, I should be around more often now though. Don't know if anyone cares but thought I'd post this anyway.

Within a subway tunnel that was once used by many denizens of Tokyo a faint light can be seen shining against the decrepit cement walls. Kazuya walks with a pocket light in hand. This was a familiar place to him. In his mind, this was a sign that this Tokyo wasn't so different from his own. He continued walking onwards through the tunnel, unsure of what might be lurking within however based on the light moans and subtle growling he was sure it couldn't be good.

So, what would you do if smt demons invaded our world? How would you survive?

A little ways outside the city of Shibuya, a lone boy lays unconscious in the grass. His eyes are close and his clothes are dirty. Slowly but surely his eyes begin to open as he begins looking towards the grass besides him. A look of shock overtakes his face as he slowly sits up. He looks around the meadow but nothing is around him except distant trees leading into a more forested area and the light outline of a city in the distance. The boy simply wonders where he is as he rises to his feet a brushes his pants off. The boy begins to realize that not only does he not know where he is but he doesnt seem to wuite recall the vents leading up to his arrival here either. He begins walking with a passive look, perhaps to find clues as to his where abouts or to figure out how he got here in the first place.

Help me become the king of Bel, I want to punch God in the face!