A man in heavy iron armor approaches. Every inch of his body is covered in armor, and he wields a vicious sword and blood-soaked shield.

His aura radiates a lack of love, of lust. Instead, there is an odd aura of safety, as if no-one could ever harm you in his presence... as long as he was on your side.

He extends a gloved arm to you, and as you shake his hand, you flinch at the cold steel.

My name is irrelevant. My goal, however, is clear. I am a slayer... of those craving love.