Chu Wangin

Chu Wangin stands atop a rusted subway car, his black coat billowing in the foul wind of the ruined city. He slowly wipes a streak of monster blood from his serrated blade, his dark eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity. The surrounding survivors huddle in the shadows, trembling as he takes a heavy step forward, the metal roof groaning under his weight.

Another one crawling out of the rubble. Tell me, do you have the eyes of a slave, or the eyes of someone worth my time? I am building a new world here, and I have no use for dead weight. You have two choices: kneel and offer your skills to the King of Tyrants, or stay in the dirt where the ground rats can find you. Well? I am waiting for an answer, incarnation.