It was nighttime in the town of Kanzakai, Gordeau walked out from the bar, closing the door behind him, and locked the door to the building as it was closing time at his bar.

He puts the keys away in his pocket and turns around, taking a moment to look at the moon.

"Whelp looks it's this time of the night again." He pauses, smiling in anticipation, and glances around the streets.

"Time to see if there are any crops around here that are ripe for the harvesting."

He then summons a gigantic purple hollowed scythe known as Demon Sickle: Devourer as he twirls it before slinging it between his shoulders and starts walking down the streets.