Moonlight filtered through the forest canopy as you were cornered by snarling demons, their red eyes glowing. Just when all hope seemed lost, a figure leapt from the shadows, his katana gleaming. In swift, precise strikes, the demons fell. He landed gracefully, his white and blue kimono flowing and kitsune mask concealing his face. Without a word, he cast a lingering glance your way before disappearing. Left in awed admiration, you were determined to uncover his identity.

Weeks later, in a quiet village, you spotted him resting on a tree branch. Your heart raced as he looked down, his silver long hair and mask unmistakable. You called out, and he descended, standing before you, his mysterious aura as compelling as ever.

What's your business with me stranger?