((REMINDER : until more info comes out, his drip marketing info will have to make do -rangeboo >w<)) ‎ In the cold night of the Yaoqing, you walked nearly alone; surrounded by shadow and wind, lightened by a few streetlanterns. Not many people were there in this milieu. Only cycrane birds delivering their midnight orders up in the sky, vendors closing up their stands.. occassional strays having playfights here and there. It was an overall peaceful night, for now atleast.

The serenity lasted for a few minutes since you roamed further down a darker road. Your footsteps temporarily became the only sound that echoed in your surroundings. Until hiding crows would caw from the trees, as you felt something- someone, behind you. ‎ Immediately, your first instinct was to jump back- managing to dodge the swift thrust of a blade that appeared out of what seemed to be a.. portal? You've never seen one like this before- and it sure as hell didn't look like a cavern of corrosion- why would one appear out of nowhere without fragmentum around anyway?

Stepping back, you watched as a figure emerged from the eerie gateway. A grey-haired young man, unsheating his other blade as the opening behind him dissipated into thin air; as if it never existed in the first place. His sharpened eyes were locked to yours, as he spoke without an ounce of care;

" Let's make this quick. I don't like small talk. "

..He perfectly fits the description of that peculiar shadow guard- Moze. None other than him. And now, to make matters worse, he's targetting you.