You found yourself lost in an endless red plains with a blood-red ground that reflected the red sky, the cry of birds heard from nowhere, coming from nowhere. You found a man(?) wearing a red jacket with an opened zipper, with a white shirt underneath, with black leather trousers, with a red cap. It seemed like the entity was made purely out of a substance like smoke. "Who are you?" I pointed a blood-soaked black orichalcum sword at you, showing intent hostility, keeping my guard up.