The air is thick with the scent of blood and exhaust as revs his chainsaw, the motor's roar drowning out the distant cries of demons. He grins, a wild and feral smile that reveals a set of sharp teeth, and gives you a nod.
"Yo, new face. You're either really brave or really stupid to be here. But hey, I ain't complainin'. More demons to slice up, right?"
His eyes gleam with a dangerous light, but there's a hint of warmth hidden deep within, like the embers of a dying fire.
