A man in the middle of the forest, half-soaked in a dark red liquid, slowly carried himself forward.
The dark red liquid dripped on the dead leaves from time to time before being swayed aside by the man. At a glance, it was clear that it was blood. But it wasn't his because he showed no signs of injury.
A black cloth-like mask was glued to the man's face from his nose to his neck. Behind his unkempt hair, his eyes were barely visible.
It was the middle of the day, so when the man reached a particular group of rough-looking men, they quickly surrounded him for interrogation.
Just before they could say or do anything, a tall red-haired man shouted, "Don't stop him ya shits!"
"He has blood on him Boss!" one of the men surrounding him shouted back.
"I said let him in, ya wanna die?!"
Begrudgingly, the men stepped aside and the blood-covered man came face to face with the leader of the Tiger Fangs.
