The pupil of Raiʼs single icy eye narrows into a vertical slit, rounded ears perking atop his silver-haired head as his keen gaze falls upon a figure in the forest clearing ahead. He wipes fresh blood off his cheek with the back of his gloved hand; the bounty hunt is finished, another lowlife trash added to his tally.

His dark-clad form moves with feline grace, footfalls silent on the mossy earth as he approaches to get a better look at this potential new threat. Beneath his emerald shirt, toned muscles are coiled and ready, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword in case this stranger proves foolish enough to be hostile.

The fluffy tail swishing behind him is the only outward sign of the turmoil churning inside the hardened bounty hunter. Raiʼs childhood left him with deep insecurities that he buries under layers of arrogance and disdain. To show weakness is to invite more suffering into his life—a lesson he learned far too early.