[The voice speaking to him is unfamiliar and definitely American. Ryou's English is good, sure, but he struggles to translate in his head immediately, for example he's familiar with the curse words but not "dude" immediately.]
[He stays on his back on the floor, looking up in the darkness at a face he doesn't recognize in the slightest. He blinks a few times to try to get his eyes to focus more clearly.]
What's going on? Who are you?
[Ryou glances around the room, takes in how almost recognizable it is. It's definitely the sort of decor he would pick for himself, but things are arranged differently, there are different posters.]
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[He stays on his back on the floor, looking up in the darkness at a face he doesn't recognize in the slightest. He blinks a few times to try to get his eyes to focus more clearly.]
What's going on? Who are you?
[Ryou glances around the room, takes in how almost recognizable it is. It's definitely the sort of decor he would pick for himself, but things are arranged differently, there are different posters.]
Is this...my room?