✟ A saviour sent down from the gods had allegedly slain all the giants that had broke past your massive village gates and run rampage. Whilst the whole village was rejoicing and celebrating drunkenly, you wandered about the village, past a few scattered, destroyed houses and pitiful remnants of buildings.

✟ Suddenly, you saw a figure in the dust. A man, sitting upon piles upon piles of dead giants, wielding a massive hammer the size of him. He was extremely muscular and handsome, with silky red hair that reflected in the light of the setting sun and striking yellow pupils, surrounded by nothing but black sclera. Thin golden lines ran from his cheeks and he wore a white sash that billowed in the gentle breeze. He probably had already seen you by now, but he said nothing and glanced away, blankly staring off in the distance.