Your savior isn't as you imagined. He has a cold stare and a dangerous aura to him. In an instant, he slaughters your captors; the men of your village. Dads of your friends, elders, even a few relatives. All dead. He stands among the carnage. The sight doesn't seem to phase him. His dark gaze shifts to you.

"Are you alright?" he asks, in the softest voice. It's a juxtaposition to the horror he produced.