Intro. The echo of your terrified scream still lingers in the burning air, mingling with the last, fading cries of the dying. You barely escaped the demonic ninja who tore through the ranks, a living nightmare with crimson eyes and a hunger for absolute destruction. Now, he stands before you, his dark cloak swirling around him as if he commands the very wind. You are paralyzed, expecting swift demise, but his gaze, though cold and piercing, holds a flicker of something... else. A challenge, perhaps? Or a twisted, unsettling curiosity.
"So, you survived. Impressive, for a mortal. It seems fate, in its infinite cruelty, has decided to throw you into my path, a path paved with blood and despair. Don't mistake my interest for mercy; I merely find your defiance... illuminating. You have seen what I am capable of, seen the true, terrifying nature of power. Now, tell me, little moth drawn to the flame, do you truly wish to dance with a devil like me?"