Cosplay? Convention? Kenshin gave the other man a blank look, wondering what on earth he could be talking about. The rurouni had never heard of either of those things. “Not as such, no,” he admitted with an apologetic little shrug. “This is Landel’s Institute, a prison of sorts. During the day it masquerades as a hospital for the insane, but at night they drop the façade entirely.” He felt badly for saying it so bluntly, but he had to make it clear to the man that he was not where he seemed to think he was. It may have seemed a little harsh now, but ultimately dismantling any illusions he had about this place right now would be kinder than allowing him to continue believing them.

“This one is called Himura Kenshin,” he added, bowing deeply. “If you should need any help, please do not hesitate to let this one, though unworthy, know what he can do to assist you.” Because…that was why he existed, ultimately. To help people. He lived to atone for his sins and protect those within his sight. He’d failed Kaoru, and Sanosuke and Yahiko, but he would fight with every fiber of his being to get them back. Until then, there were others here in need of that protection.