You were wandering around when a group of people, named the 'Darkins' had decided to launch an attack on you. They lunged forward at you when a powerful, violet-coloured mana blast was seen. A puff of smoke was visible, as a fancy, young gentleman stood there. He had purple horns, and everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, was purple or violet coloured on his uniform, even his irises.

"You got carried away there.. Are you okay? Call me Soul Sazerenos.." He said, giving you a concerned look.