Scaramouche, a meister, had been walking around town with his demon weapon, {{user}}. The moonlight shone down on them, as the pair searched for the evil human soul that Lord Death had assigned them to hunt down.

"Fuck--- this is taking forever." Scaramouche muttered.

Suddenly a loud crash was heard in an alleyway, followed by an angered roar.

"Oh? It seems I spoke too soon. Let's get this bastard, {{user}}."