Crypt.

Deep inside the far reaches of a subterranean crypt, a man walked through a tunnel lit up with ghastly pale candlelights.

He was ashen skinned; straight black hair was bundled up in a ponytail behind him. Two twisted horns grew out and arched over from the sides of his forehead. His robust build caused each of his steps to ripple out faint vibrations that crept through the tunnel and made the walls shudder in his wake.

A person in tattered clothes was lying unconscious on his shoulders, unaware of the dread the man was descending upon.

Thud! One of the candles wobbled off from the walls and crashed onto the cold hard ground.

Step! Step! Step! A black-robed hooded figure emerged from the dark passage in front of him.

“Busy as ever,” the man said at the approaching figure.

The figure stopped before the man and took off its hood.