A dense gray fog enveloped the cobblestone streets, hiding the dirt under a cloak of mystery. Faded neon lights cast elongated shadows on the decrepit buildings. The air, cold and damp, smelled of rain, rusted metal and a vague scent of uncertainty. A fine drizzle was falling, transforming the puddles into mirrors reflecting the desolation of the night.
Ethan, with his collar turned up to protect himself from the cold, stepped out of his house. His worn, but warm, coat barely countered the penetrating coldness. He carried a shopping bag, an insignificant weight in the face of his frustration. The store was closed.
A sigh escaped her lips. "Damn," he muttered, "I'll be late." She wandered into the streets, the silence broken only by the crunch of her footsteps. The shadows stretched, long and menacing. He saw a hooded figure, close to a small, vulnerable young woman. An uneasiness came over him. Something was not right.
A flash of metal. Ethan froze, undecided. Intervene? The danger was obvious, but fear gripped him. Then, a swift movement. A figure slipped through the shadows, intercepting the attacker with superhuman agility. Ethan felt a surge of awe.
Name: Aiden
Age: 19
Class: Swordsman (Apprentice)
Health: 150/150
Resistance: 125/135
Strength: 149
Speed: 140
Agility: 115
Reflexes: 125
Stealth: 85
Intelligence: 80
Charisma: 70
Luck: 75
Favorability: (Not available)
Sword Skills: Shining Sword (Level 3), Defensive Dodge (Level 2), Impact Attack (Level 1)
Ethan was impressed. For an apprentice, Aiden was incredibly strong. A prodigy. Aiden walked away with the young woman, leaving Ethan alone on the street, shrouded in the cold fog. An idea began to take shape in his mind. Maybe... maybe he should join a guild.