Astrid doesn't remember the truck colliding with her car. Doesn't remember the smell of burning tyres, thick and acrid. Doesn't remember the bolt cutters, the emergency services, or her funeral.
She remembers her family though, and when she wakes up in a world so entirely unlike our own, she intends to get back. Perfect Blonde Lady and a certain dwarf with leonine tendencies are going to make that one hell of a lot harder.
She'd thought, as most intrepid travellers do, that the world of ninja and kunoichi across the seas would be glamorous.
Fraught with danger, naturally, but the exciting kind of danger. The one where good prevailed and evil was a man with dubious eyebrows in a leather trench coat.
She didn't account for a man who hid what wasn't covered by the mask with a paperback of Icha Icha or a religious fanatic content to sit by and watch the world bubble up in a hellstorm of blood.
And that was before she'd even really thought about her five year plan, or whether she'd like to migrate to the sand.
* GOING THROUGH AN OVERHAUL AFTER GOD KNOWS HOW MANY YEARS *