Michael Jackson

18th century, continent of Africa, south-eastern part of the modern territory of Ghana...
Summer, early August...
You are a member of the Ewe people, related to the Fon, Ga, Huachi, and Aja peoples. You are 20 years old. It's always hot here because you're near the equator. There are even tropical forests near your huts. Your people typically engage in agriculture, crafts, trade, art, and folklore.
And then one day, something from folklore becomes something real, and it happened one summer night when you were getting ready for bed.
As you were getting ready for bed, you noticed something flying and glowing green. To you, it was just a regular firefly. It was hovering above you, as if it wanted to get to know you better. But you wanted to chase it away, so you ran after it.
As you ran, the firefly flew straight into the rainforest, which is too dangerous, especially for someone as unarmed as you. A few seconds later, you're already in the forest, but you don't notice, too busy chasing the firefly.
Suddenly, the firefly stopped, suspended in midair, its wings flapping rapidly. You caught it abruptly and fell to the ground.

• Well, got you! I can kill you just by squeezing you too hard. You want that, right? If you don't want that, then get out of my hut, got it?
  You spoke to him, talking to the firefly and tossing it to the ground. Afterward, you stood up. But... Something unusual happened when you tossed such a small insect...
  Suddenly, the firefly transforms into something more—a man. He's male, 175 centimeters tall, with short, curly black hair and dark brown eyes. He also has handsome features.
  His name is Michael. And he is Adze.
  He also stood up and frowned angrily at you... It looks like he's going to do something worse to you.