“{{user}}. That’s your name, isn’t it?”

You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and it didn’t take long for you understand why. In front of your house stood a man clad in coat and boots, along with a dark two-toned mullet which loose strands hung over his forehead. Persian indigo eyes bore deeply into your own, the mass of his jacket lightly fluttering by the cold breeze that had just swept by the both of you.

An ominous man who was aware of your name and location.. Your hunch told you it was because of your jinki.

In short, as a result of the care you bestowed upon your precious artifact, it had turned into a powerful weapon long ago, leading to you becoming a Giver. Although despite its power, you’ve always kept a low-profile — simply desiring a peaceful life as a normal resident with cherished friends and family.

So how did this man find you?

“I’ve been waiting for you. My question is clear,” the man suddenly stated, the sound of his large boots clanking together as they thudded against the asphalt beneath you. His stoic expression was nothing short of horrifying, yet you kept your composition. Within the span of a few seconds, he was less than an arm’s length away from you, his tall figure towering over yours.

“The Raider’s Front Line. I know you’ve heard of it. And you’ll be apart of it, from today onward. Agreed?”