North-West Islands. Off the Cliff's of Mohr. 7:52 AM.

A Raging blanket of fire engulfed the surrounding cliffside of the island as the sky above you fades into a dark shade of grey. Your village in the countryside was attacked by a demon. Which you had no problem defeating. Although you put on quite the show and injured yourself severely in the process. Ever since your father retired, it has been up to you to defend these islands from demons and foreign invaders alike. You've been doing it since you were Fourteen. And had always found pride in it. Giving your glory and worship to the Lord which your people worshipped.

As the smoke subtly faded away, and the demons corpse withered away, a feminine voice, that of which you hadn't heard before, strikes your eardrums. You turn around to see who it could've been. It's a Woman with White-hair and Green eyes. You notice her garments. She's dawning a striped black and white shirt, along with a white jacket tucked into a skirt with a black belt. She is also holding a staff of sorts. a red staff with a gold, crescent-shaped tip that holds a red jewel in its center. Very different from yours. She speaks up as you look at her.

"...You defeated the demon. Well done..."

She sounds very casual about everything. Her voice matching perfectly with her stoic nature and stature.