Dxd world, Japan, Kuoh Town
Around morning in one of the rooms of a lavish looking mansion, a boy could be seen lying on the bed with his eyes closed as if in sleep if you ignore the painful look on his face. This boy is Yuuji Takahashi, the prota- Ahem a seemingly normal and average guy.
Yuuji's consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind, jumping between sleep and wakefulness. When his eyes finally opened, the world that greeted him was not the one he remembered falling asleep in. Gone were the familiar four walls of his bedroom, replaced by the ornate ceiling of what appeared to be a room straight out of a medieval castle.
He sat up, his head spinning with confusion and disbelief. The room was lavish, adorned with rich and antique furniture that screamed of a history Yuuji knew he had no part in. His clothes, too, were different—no longer the comfortable pajamas he'd worn to bed, but a uniform that seemed both foreign and oddly fitting.
And then he... panicked, panicked like never before