[h1]Unknown Person[/h1]

A gargled groan can be heard as a wizard skids across the ground, until suddenly crashing into a wall. He groans in pain as he struggles to get up, covered in scrapes and bruises, his clothes in tatters. Dust and debris are kicked up from the recent battle that was going just shortly before. Out of the thick dust cloud, a hooded man approaches ominously with a gnarly staff glowing with dark blue energy. Was he a dark wizard? No. He isn't one of them... but nor is he on the other side. The downed wizard still struggles to get up as he tries to take a good view of his attacker.

"W-Who... are you?" he asks weakly with a groan. Soon he found his scruff being grabbed by a powerful hand as he was lifted towards his kneeling opponent. 

"Madoushi scum..." the hooded man says towards the wizard, "All of you wizards are scum. Good Guilds, Dark Guilds, you always fight like little pesky children... making a mess in this world."

"W-What are you talking a-about?" groans the wizard with a cough, "What do you want from me?"

"Nothing much..." answers the hooded man with a chuckle, "Other then to get paid... my client says that he hates your guts. Boy the things he would do to you he said..."

"What dark guild *grunt* did you come out of?" the wizard asks again, "Who are you?"

"Oh I'm not one of them..." the hooded man replies, "But nor am I one of you."

He then takes off his hood, revealing his face in full.

"I'm known... as Lockdown." he then says, revealing his nickname, "I'm what you call... a bounty hunter."

[h1]Kuroku Nagasai[/h1]

Just outside the guild building of the Lunar Wolf guild, Kuroku Nagasai was meditating peacefully in the front yard outside. He had whitish-grey hair, yet he is a young man, with both white shirt and pants. He had recently did some hard training, just for good exercise and additional practice. Even S-Class members train regularly so that they won't get rusty with their skills in the future. Now he is relaxing, remembering his past life... his parents... his friends... and other peaceful thoughts. The cold wind breezes through his body, but it didn't bother him at all. After all, he was born in the cold snowy mountains so he was already used to it anyways. He continues meditating on his rock...