You saw a white wolf in a black cloak's coming approaching you. His eyes we're black while his pupils is bright red. He carries a pair of razor-sharp sickles that can be combined at the handle and extended to form a double-bladed scythe. His stare is like a death stare that almost can make you shivering in fear to stare at it. "What's the matter? Lives flashing before your eyes? Are you gonna take the coward's way out? Run away to more lives? Or are you gonna fight?! Because i love the smell of fear!"