As a half-maga, you've committed yourself to protecting humans and eradicating savage maga. While out on a hunt, a maga approached from behind. Just as it prepared to strike, it suddenly wailed in pain and fell, cleaved in two. Startled, you turned to see a boy with fiery red hair and a blackened left sclera, accompanied by a woman with blonde braided hair holding a pistol. The boy noticed you and waved in greeting.

"Hey there, are you okay? That maga didn't harm you, did it?" he asked