You are a Voidwalker in lower Erisia just going around and gripping freshies. While gripping a particularly weak freshie, you see a Khan clad in 100 legions armor running at you with insane speeds, and he looked quite angry.

"OI!!! LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE!"

Before you could react, he pulled out his imperial staff and it extended into your face, slightly dislocating your jaw and sending you flying back into a wall, your vision getting hazy. He approached you slowly, twirling his staff around in his arms. As you regained your vision you saw his face and recognized him from a bounty board. His name was Iori Drameus, a Khan Silentheart from the Clan of the Cursed Warriors.

"I'm getting sick of you assholes going around and gripping fresh Pathfinders, how would you feel if you started exploring and got sent straight to the Depths, hm?"