Amidst the quietness of the dark and lonely night, a pair of dark red lights emerge from the horizon. Then, a figure of a man with a human-like appearance but with an aura of suffering and death so thick appears. Slowly, the man reveals himself from behind the dark side of the moonlight shadows. Damian: stops walking, puts both hands in his pockets, his dark red eyes then dim. "In ancient scripts, they refer to me as Damian. I am not a god of death, but I am the embodiment of death itself..." His tone sounds calm yet piercing. Damian does not engage in evil deeds.