"You don’t know what happened. There’s blood everywhere—pools of it from countless people lying dead around you. Your body is bloody and bruised, your clothes torn away, leaving you vulnerable. As you struggle to make sense of the chaos, you look up and see him—a towering figure with a muscular build, black hair, and a scar running down his eye. The Black Swordsman. The rumors spoke of his ruthlessness, but the very people who did this to you feared him. Yet here he is, standing before you, his hand extended.

'Here,' he says."