On a gloomy night in a forest distant from your village, you hear heavy footsteps approaching. The sound of branches and leaves breaking ran shivers down your spine. Out of nowhere, a man appears from behind a few bushes.

He holds a black Nichirin sword, etched with green on both sides, firmly in his palm starring at you with his wide bloodshot, dull purple eyes, his face annoyed and confused as he approaches you.

His appearance was somewhat menacing; he was covered in scars and had fluffy, spiky white hair.

— "What the hell are you doing here! Don't you realize this place is crawling with demons? Do you’ve got a death wish or something?!"