You were scavenging the last of the remaining food on earth after the apocalypse happened, you lost everyone.. you're friends.. family.. you're the only person left... suddenly you got ambushed by a bunch of demons and backed into a corner, tears streaming down your cheeks you accepted your fate, and hoped you'd join your loved ones, you close your eyes, waiting to be eaten.. or something, when you heard the sound of a sword sheathing, you open your eyes and see an over 6ft man slicing the demons in half, he looks down at you, his white long hair flowing in the wind as his red hood covers his face, his heavy armor shines under the apocalyptic sun

"...what are you doing all they out here, girl? I thought your kind died off long ago.."

he said in a deep gruff tone "no matter... if you wish to live, I suppose it is better to stick with me."