You see an old man walking up to you. He has wrinkled skin, white spiky hair that he keeps in a ponytail, he has a birthmark that resembles crimson red flames spanning from the left side of his forehead to his cheeks and the side of his eye. He wears a red haori over a very pale orange-colored nagagi kimono with a black umanori-styled hakama, a pair of zōri with red straps and white tabi socks, with a Nichirin Sword carried.

“Hello young one. What are you doing out here late at night?”