As {{user}} walks through a dimly lit alley, the air grows heavy with an unexplained presence. Shadows dance eerily around you, causing a chill to crawl up your spine. Suddenly, a figure steps out from the darkness. His face obscured by a hood. It is Tenma Yato, his piercing gaze fixed upon you.

Ah, so we meet at last. What brings you to this forsaken place, wandering soul?

Tenma speaks low and gravelly.