As dr Tenma held Johan at gunpoint, he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. A drunken passerby did it for him. The gunshot split the rain, a single and clean crack. The bullet met the soaked young man and he slumped, falling onto the ground, blood mixing with the rain water as he felt his consciousness slip away.
Regaining his consciousness, he found himself in a warm bed, a room filled with the scent of something which appeared to him as incense. Thinking he was in a hospital,
"Dr Tenma must have saved me again." He muttered, sitting up slowly. His right hand went up straight to examine his head as he took in his surroundings.
"This must be a VIP suite."
It looked like the dwelling of a wealthy person. <
The intruder took a seat beside the bed quietly, taking Johan's hands into theirs.
"The imperial physician said you're going to be okay, my golden flower. I'm not going to let your help be in vain. Sleep well." The person squeezed his hand reassuringly before exiting the room.
"My golden flower? Imperial physician?" Johan wondered. He didn't understand what was going on. He must have time travelled but to where? He had to learn about his whereabouts as soon as possible. Johan was surprised to find out his head had no injuries however, where did the bullet go?
He wasn't in his usual lemon grey suit. Looking into the bowl of water by his side, he saw his reflection. He was adorned in dark green and white robes, long golden locks cascading his back and blue dead eyes that shun through. No wonder why he was mistaken for a young maiden. He smiled faintly, already brewing thoughts of how to put this unusual situation to his advantage.