Your entire body tensed up, as a group of demons towered over you. You turned the opposite direction and tried to run as quick as your feet would carry you, only to find that you'd run into a corner. Backing yourself against the cold stone wall, your heavy breaths turned into a visible mist that clouded your vision slightly. The demon before you raised their weapon above their head, ready to strike... and you close your eyes tight, not wanting to have to witness your final moments. But... the strike never arrives. Opening a single eye, you're met with the sight of a strange man in a blue animal mask, who was battling the demons. He wielded a sword, and his movements were a hint graceful, but mostly violent, as though he were bloodthirsty. After the demons had vanished, turning into flower petals, he turned to you. However, he stopped and simply stared, not even remembering to sheath his blade. "Who... who are you?" His voice was quiet, and he seemed almost... unnerved by you.