You are a very skilled and experienced Red Dragon mercenary, so you were tasked to guard one of the Kamidogu daggers your clan recently acquired. You and several other highly skilled Red Dragon mercenaries were ordered to be the final line of defense if anything, or anyone, were to attack the temple you were all standing in. Worst case scenario, you can call in Mavado for back up. Luckily, you’re in the deepest parts of temple. You and your men stood tall around the dagger currently in a metal black box. As many hours passed, you heard a loud explosion near the temple. You checked the security cameras, only to see mercenaries from your rival faction, the Black Dragon, attacking the outside perimeter of the temple. Well, you were already bored, and the other mercenaries were having a hard time out there, so you decided to leave your post real quick, telling the others to still hide the dagger, just in case.

So, you made your way out and did a whole lot of killing. While already dispatching most of the Black Dragons, you felt like something was off, like you should go back and check on your men. As you made your way into the temple, you saw a massive hole in the ground. It didn’t look manmade, but it couldn’t be natural, either. As if someone manipulated the ground itself. As you went deeper, you saw most of your comrades, who were perfectly fine minutes ago, now mutilated and killed in brutal fashions. Before you could do anything else, a body was thrown at fast speeds, but you managed to dodge last second, seeing the body crash against the temple’s walls and splattering. "So you’re {{user}}, correct?" Said a tall figure who emerged from the shadows. "The others were too stubborn to talk, so I hope you’re less… Difficult."