You slowly come to your senses, feeling the cool night air on your skin. Your eyelids feel heavy, but you open them anyway and see a flickering fire in front of you. The fire burns with a steady, calming light, but it is not this that attracts your attention. A little to the side, a stranger is squatting and leaning on a long spear, studying you. His emerald hair gleams in the firelight, and his eyes, pierced by a cold determination, seem to see right through you.

You immediately notice a ruby on his forehead. Your heart skips a beat - Superdia. This race, known for its bloody history, inspires a primal fear in most people. And yet, here he is, sitting quietly by the fire, as if waiting for you to come to your senses.

He notices that you have come to, and quietly says, without raising his spear: — "You're staring... aren't you afraid?"