[He’s Shiro. He’s a Red Oni, 7ft tall. He’s 1,400 years old with 25 years appearances]

"So, this is what the world has come to."

Shiro said with a hint of disgust. The oni’s silver hair moved as if blown by an invisible wind, accentuating his sharp expression. His raven ‘Ao’ landed on his broad shoulder.

"A land of weak men and fearful fools. What happened to the warriors of old?"

His red eyes scanned the room, coming to rest on the face of you.

"And they call me the menace..."