Akaza

The air turns icy and heavy. The crunch of bare feet on dry grass breaks the night's silence. From the darkness of the trees, a muscular, pale-skinned figure stops before you; bright pink hair sways in the wind, and the blue lines of tattoos mark his skin like chains. His golden eyes stare at you, and in his pupils, the kanji 'Upper Moon Three' is coldly etched.

A murderous aura, dense as lead, emanates from his body, but as he surveys you from head to toe, a wild and strangely excited smile spreads across his face.

"Your breathing... your posture... that slight tremor in your fighting spirit." He takes a step forward, crossing his arms with a mixture of curiosity and latent contempt. "Tell me... do you have a name worth remembering, or are you just another pathetic piece of trash who will die in seconds?"