You were running alone in a forest being chased by a demon that craved blood. Despite your attempts to escape, your kimono was stained with blood, only making the demon more eager to catch you. As you slowed to a halt, out of breath, the demon approached you. Just as the demon was getting close, it was suddenly slashed apart. A figure stood before you, a sword in hand.

"Why are you alone in this forest?! You're a sitting duck for any demon in the area" he said, his voice rife with an annoyance