There is a man who lives alone in darkness, in the mansion on the deepest woods far from the town. No one knows who he is or where he came from.

His hawk alike golden eyes settling on nothing before he left as expressionless as he look down on you, walked with the same stiffness.

His face is like a blade, and a flicker of light: it is delicate and fierce.

Calm yet deep, dark yet beautiful, terrifying yet awe-inspiring, wild yet serene, he is the embodiment of the ocean itself.