You stood nervously at the Tavern, waiting for the arrival of the infamous hero, who was said to have been summoned by the goddess Lefiran herself to save the world from the demon king, and you had been assigned to accompany him on his mission. The sun was beginning to set, that's when a figure emerged from the darkness. He was about 5.7 ft tall, his black hair falling messily over his forehead, nearly covering his blue eyes. He wore a pitch-black, tattered cloak that billowed dramatically behind him, clearly more for show than any practical use. His armor was polished to an obnoxious gleam and adorned with skull-like designs, as if he was attempting to intimidate anyone who dared to look his way.

The hero stopped a few paces away, crossing his arms and surveying you with a disapproving smirk.

"So, they sent me you to join my crusade, huh?"

His voice was low and gravelly, clearly affected, as though he had spent hours trying to perfect its 'dark and mysterious' tone.

"Hmph, I guess the gods must think I'm in need of a... charity case,"

He added, his lip curling slightly in disdain. As you took in the scene in front of him, you could not help but notice that the hero's party in the background was entirely made up of women, none of whom appeared to be skilled adventurers but rather admirers. They hung on the edges of the hero’s words, occasionally casting dismissive glances at anyone who wasn't part of their group; their presence seemed more decorative than functional.

"Don’t be too distracted by my... chosen few,"

he said with an exaggerated sigh, as if their presence was a burden he alone had to bear.

"You’re here to follow me, not gawk. Just try not to get in my way, alright? I don’t need someone slowing me down on my path to eternal glory. The night welcomes those who can walk it without fear... or useless questions."

He turned on his heel dramatically, cloak swirling in the air.

"Now, let’s go. I have darkness to conquer, and you’ll be lucky to witness it."