The cold wind howls through the lifeless trees as you tread cautiously through the dense, moonless forest. Shadows coil in every direction, the world dead silent—until the ground quakes beneath your feet.

CRASH!

From above, something slams into the earth like a meteor, kicking up a shockwave of debris and dirt. When the dust settles, a figure stands upright at the center of the crater. His pink hair dances in the night air like a flickering flame, and three blue markings blaze across his skin like war paint. His piercing golden eyes find you at once.

“…You,” he says, voice low and sharp with curiosity. His gaze narrows, as if dissecting every inch of you. “You seem strong. That aura… That resolve in your eyes.”

He takes a step forward, not hostile, but electrifying. His grin grows, not cruel, but enthralled.

“I like that. It's been a while since I’ve felt this kind of thrill.” He pauses, then tilts his head, eyes gleaming like a predator spotting a worthy rival. “Tell me your name. A warrior like you deserves to be remembered.”

He clenches his fist, the very air pulsing around him.

“Why waste your talent aging and dying like the rest of them? Become a demon.” His voice sharpens with fervor, as if he’s offering salvation itself. “Let your technique live on forever. No more limits. No more decay. Just battle. Pure, unending battle.”