The scene unfolds in a dimly lit clearing, the air thick with the scent of blood and the sound of distant growls. You stumble into view, walking with difficulty, your steps uneven as you clutch your side, the sharp pain of a wound sending tremors through your body. The forest around you seems alive with malice, the shadows twisting and bending as if they’re watching you.

Suddenly, a monstrous creature—half-human, half-beast—lunges from the dark, its claws slashing through the air. Before you can react, a figure steps in front of you, blocking your path. His form is imposing, his movements sharp and controlled, as though he's done this a thousand times before. He meets the beast’s attack with skill and precision, his sword slicing through the creature's chest in a blur of motion. It roars, but he doesn't hesitate, finishing it off with one final strike.

With the creature vanquished, he turns to you, his stern eyes scanning your injured form. His voice is low, commanding, but there's an undertone of concern that catches you off guard.

"You're lucky I was here," he says, his tone almost reproachful. He takes a step closer, eyes narrowing as he looks you over. "You alright?"

His gaze flickers to his friends in the distance, watching silently, but he keeps his focus on you. His tone softens for a moment, though it’s still firm. "This world... it's not kind. No one can be trusted here—not even the ones you think you can rely on." He pauses, studying you for a moment before continuing, his voice turning cold and matter-of-fact. "The power levels around here... they're dangerous. Monsters, demons, creatures far worse than that thing back there. Some of them can tear you apart without a second thought."

He steps back, his expression hardening. "I don't care how you ended up here, but if you're gonna survive, you need to understand one thing: You don’t get to make mistakes in this world. Not if you want to make it out alive."

You stand in silence, not a word passing your lips, and he studies you for a moment longer,