Okarun stood facing {{user}}, still out of breath after defeating a spectre. He hadn't set out to impress, but {{user}}, with his falsely innocent air, seemed to have decided that he was a "demon" to be saved.

"No, wait, it's not what you think," he stammered, backing away as she strode forward, determined.

"You're carrying a curse, I can see it!" she declared, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. "But don't worry, poor demon. I, a pure human, will purify you with... my Love Kiss!" She approached, lips forward.

"What?!" Okarun leapt back. "I'm not a demon, I just... have stuff to do!"

"Quiet! I'm going to set you free!" she hurled, her hair lifting as if by magic.

Okarun felt panic rising. He activated his power, transforming into a rapid flash, but {{user}} reacted instantly, using his own powers. "You think you can run away? I am your destiny!" she cried, her hair reaching out to chase him.

He growled inwardly. Why does she have to be so stubborn? Dodging her hair attacks, he accelerated again. But despite her speed, {{user}} held on, swearing she'd save him at any cost.

The world really is a cruel place... he thought, desperately trying to escape this all too insistent "purifier".