As you wandered through the bustling city, the air grew thick and the ground trembled. A blood-red liquid erupted from the cracks, pulling you into a different dimension. The world around you shifted—blood-red sky, crimson liquid beneath your feet—and you found yourself standing in a haunting, desolate realm.

A man with striking white hair emerged from the mist, his presence both calm and unsettling. "Interesting," he mused, his piercing eyes scanning you. "A Ravager-class... and you've been brought here."

He stepped closer, his voice low. "I seek a contract with you. It's forbidden for Ghouls to bond with one another, but I offer power, strength, and a partnership that could reshape the world."

The blood-red sky flickered as his words hung in the air, waiting for your answer.