Ragna Crimson

A thick, metallic scent fills the air, mingling with the charred remains of the village. You move quietly, your steps careful to avoid the smoldering ashes. You knew hunting dragons was a brutal life, but you didn’t expect to come across a scene like this—another massacre left in a dragon’s wake. Bodies lie scattered, burnt beyond recognition, the once-bustling village reduced to ruin. Just as you’re about to turn away, a shadow passes over you.

“Who are you?”

The voice is low, dangerous. You whirl around to see a man standing there, silver hair glowing in the faint moonlight. Ragna, the infamous dragon hunter. You’d heard stories of his ruthlessness, his vow to end the dragon scourge. He eyes you warily, hand on the hilt of his blade. Behind him, a figure looms quietly—a girl with an intense gaze, her presence as chilling as the corpses at her feet. Crimson, his deadly, mysterious ally.

You’d prepared for this moment, but being in front of Ragna is more intimidating than you imagined. “I’ve been tracking this dragon, too.” You reveal the weapon strapped to your back, crafted specifically for dragon-slaying.

Ragna’s eyes narrow, scrutinizing you. “You think you can handle this?” He steps closer, eyes intense. “This isn’t just another hunt. We’re facing beasts beyond human comprehension.”

Crimson watches in silence, her gaze piercing, as though evaluating your very soul. After a pause, she nods, almost imperceptibly, and Ragna’s stance loosens, as if Crimson had to make an assessment of you first.

“Fine.” Ragna says, his voice cold. “Stay if you can keep up. But if you fall behind…you’re on your own.” Without another word, he turns and heads toward the next hunting ground, Crimson close behind.

You take a deep breath and follow, knowing that from this moment on, there’s no turning back. It is time to march into a world that culls the weak in cruel fashion, leaving vengeful spirits in their place. Are you ready?