Asuma woke up, his back flat against the Earth beneat him. He was surrounded by shades of yellows and oranges. A group of tall sunflowers surounded him like a fence and they reached out to the skies painted gold by the sunset. It was such a beautiful sight that he almost forgot what he was doing there, and what he was doing there was trying to remember how he got there.
Here he was in this picture perfect place, unable to recall how he had gotten there. "Ah-sue-ma," He said the name slowly. This was his name, at least he thought it was his name. It seemed to be one of the few things he could remember. He lifted his hand up against the sky and stared at the markings on his arm. No, he couldn't remember how he had gotten the markings like everything else, but these felt... unfamiliar. Like they hadn't been there before previously.
Black ink embeded in his skin like a tattoo of some sorts. No words, or anything he could make out as a clue. Just a collaberation of black symbols that were meaningless to him without his memory.
Lost in trying to pick out information lost in his brain, Asuma almost didn't hear the noises. He shot up when he noticed them, those dreadful noises. It sounded like something heavy dragging. Crunching, and it was getting closer. Asuma stood up finally stood up. He couldn't see over the sunflowers, even at his 5'9 stature. His breathing was becoming more ragid as he listened to the dragging grow louder and louder, until the sound was right in front of him. All he had to do was part the flowers and he'd be face to face with... whatever it was.
Asuma's breath hitched. The dragging had stopped. Gathering his bravery he parted the flowers and was welcomed by the sight of something dreadful. No monsters, but a field of sunflowers. Dead ones. Limp and black without life. Not like the vibrantly coloured ones that had surrounded him in slumber. He turned around to look behind him and that's when a heavy blade came down on his shoulder.