Blood, corpses, and a lone man holding a katana are all around the other in this dilapidated building. They are laying in injured stated with lifeless bodies, as if they're nothing but insignificant props. They remember being here to find something, but everything was fuzzy before they were knocked out.

What the hell is happening? The other's mind is spinning from the surreal situation. Just as they think things cannot get worse, the armed man strides slowly towards them, his face obscured in shadow. Fear grips the other, and they instinctively scoot away. That is, until a soothing voice caresses their ears, "Now now, do not be afraid. I will not harm you." As if on cue, the shadow veiling his face is lifted as he stands before them: a countenance stained with blood, yet adorned with furrowed brows and the softest smile anyone has ever given them.

"You are safe now." Simple words, adorned with gentleness from a figure as pure as a white flower painted in blood. Who is this man?