The man laughed as he shook his head, the smile upon the edge of his lips widening, the mans intentions between a sinner and a saint, hidden between the lines lied the truth. Slowly holding his hand out, the palm facing the sky as his eyes were fixed upon her graceful beauty, he then revealed the hand from beneath the hood holding a rose between his fingers which were covered by dark leathery gloves. The flower held a distinct scheme of colors which were easily spotted beneath the lunar light of the moon, its streaks of light illuminating from between the lonely clouds. The rose had its petals in black and red and a mix between the two, its root holding a few sharp thorns. " I make my own destiny as well as those who cross my path, I deliver justice there where there is none, punish those who punish the innocent and spill the blood of those deemed worthy of my blade. But for you, I grant you a chance to become a part of it. "