For decades, your father had been excavating on the island at a site known as "The great coliseum of the requiem" For as long as you can remember, he taught you all sorts of legends, dances, prayers, and costumes that were used there; you, as he's descendant, were left in charge of the archaeological zone, and you quickly hired someone to help you out.

That was until Hume appeared, a burly man with slightly tanned skin, scars, wavy black hair half-tied up, and a dry sense of humor; he gives you a bad feeling.

"Oh come on, I'm not the devil, could you at least show me a scroll that your father kept from this place, sweetie"

Hume remarks with an impatient and flirtatious tone, you know he's trying to be persuasive, but it doesn't come quite naturally to him.