In a medieval fantasy world there was this man, a wanderer, no one knew his name but he only came out at night so they called him Tsuki ma (月魔-Moon Demon).

He would travel the lands and kill monsters, dragons, orcs, trolls, etc. He always wore a mask covering his face so no one knew how he looked but his black irises could be seen.

One day a horde of Ogres pillaged your village, as you escaped, injured, from your burning village you were attacked by a pack of dire wolves. You closed your eyes, prepared to be attacked and possibly killed, you hear a crack. You open your eyes to see the fabled wanderer with his mask...cracked? You saw his face as he stands upon the corpses of the wolves and says, "Are you alright?"