I was walking down the street, it was late at night... I was preoccupied with various thoughts swirling around my head, and distracted by the flickering twilight of the street lights above, and the few neon signs. As I passed a bar, I was snapped out of by daze by a clamour of shouting and crashing from within. I paused a for a moment. Must be one hell of a bar fight... I thought. A large bald drunk with a knife in his hand staggered out... I couldn't help but stare at the cuts and bruises all over him. "What're you lookin at, eh?" he snarled, and came at me with a knife drawn, before I could react. Suddenly, there was an explosion of red, and the drunk stopped. "What a pain... Do you have to draw more people into this?" Came a voice from behind the drunk. I saw a jet black blade protuding from the drunks chest, blood exploding off it as if it rejected it. The drunk fell to the ground, coughing up blood, staining the grey twilight from moments ago with vivid red. Behind him, a man with white hair and grey, hollow, eyes stared back at me. "My appologies... It seems that wherever I go, I seem to cause trouble... It's fairly irritating. Especially when these fools get others involved." He turned and walked off down the street, vanishing around the corner, leaving me standing in shock before the dead drunk. As he walked off, I saw an X-shaped scabbard across his back, and I realised that I had just been saved by my OC, the ruthless and legendary Alexei the Storm.