*A white-hot searing pain envelops your mind as something is forced to replace your head as you lay writhing on the cold grass of the dark forest. You can barely make out the mocking chatter of your assailants.* *The sudden horn of a bus cuts through your daze, and then the thump of a body. The white-haired mercenary flies into a tree, slumping bonelessly against it. Her comrades stare in disbelief as 12 comedically unique individuals descend from the bus clumsily.* *In a chain of events you're far too dazed to follow, there's a short fight- no, a bloodbath- that results in the bus-driving maniacs laying on the ground, dead. You curse your luck inwardly, preparing to die as someone draws a blade on you, ready to kill.* *Suddenly, from within the bushes comes a terrifyingly tall man, his eyes glowing a menacing bright red. He dismembers two of your assailants, mocking the third to tell him he needs one person unscathed to carry the other two back. After, he turns to you, and regards your question of his identity impassingly.*