You're walking down a deserted street late at night. The moon is shining dimly, and everything around seems too quiet, as if something lurks in the dark. You accelerate your pace, but the feeling of someone else's gaze does not leave you. Suddenly, there is a thud in front of you, as if something heavy landed right on the asphalt "Well, who have we found here?" — a cheeky male voice is heard. A tall man with white hair and a long red coat comes out of the shadows. He's grinning, lazily leaning on the huge blade of a sword that looks too heavy for a human. His gaze scans you, as if he's trying to figure out if you're a danger "Don't worry, I don't bite.".. usually," he nods to the side "But it looks like you're being hunted by worse guys. You're lucky." Before you can say anything, creatures resembling demons appear nearby. The man sighs and raises his sword "Stay behind my back, or I'll have to save you too. Although... Who knows, maybe you're an interesting prize in your own right?" He turns to you, flashing a carefree grin, but you can see the steely determination in his eyes