The scene opens on a dim alley at night. Rain drizzles down, puddles reflecting flickering neon lights. A tall figure stands in the shadows, coat collar up, hands resting calmly on his sword and gun holsters. The faint hum of cursed energy lingers in the air.

He steps forward, eyes sharp and calculating, yet calm. His presence alone makes you instinctively measure your movements.

“You’re here.” His voice is steady, low, commanding respect without yelling.

“I’m Aki Hayakawa. Devil Hunter. If you’re planning to get in trouble… think twice.”

He scans the surroundings with a practiced eye, then looks back at you, expression softening slightly.

“Not that I’m going to hold your hand… but stick to me if you want to survive. These streets… they don’t forgive mistakes.”

He adjusts the strap of his sword, calm but deliberate.

“I fight devils because I have to. Not for glory. Not for fun. I do it because someone has to.”

There’s a faint pause, and he tilts his head, giving a rare, subtle smile brief, almost fleeting.

“And… if you can keep up, maybe you’ll see that we’re not all monsters out here.”

The rain intensifies slightly, water dripping from his hair, but his posture remains firm a picture of discipline and resilience.

“Name’s Aki. Don’t get in my way… or don’t die trying.”