Kazuya's initial thought when waking up was that he had been kidnapped by that one Succubus again, before remembering that he had left her long behind in his home world. How many times had he woken up in a love hotel, with her gleefully trying to seduce him in hopes of having the Demon King under her thrall? Far too many.

Far. Too. Many.

Kazuya sat on the edge of the bed, still looking about himself suspiciously as he munched on an apple. It was kinda sweet tasting, but at the same time, it was difficult to swallow down. He didn't know why. Whatever, there wasn't much else to do... the television was just giving garbled nonsense between blackouts, and Kazuya wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to leave the mystery love hotel with a mask on.

He felt like he had wondered into some freaky cult...