Once a child of ash and ruin, Risuma was taken in by a wandering priest of the Blood Church after his village’s fall.

Under crimson rites he learned discipline, purpose, and the truth that life demands a price.
Yet, through years of wandering and reflection, he came to see the faith not as a hunger for sacrifice, but as a covenant of balance — the giving and taking that sustains the world.

Now he hunts not for slaughter, but for reverence. He gathers the blood of beasts as offering, and only spills human blood when judgment demands it.

His faith endures, reshaped by his own hand — neither saint nor sinner, but a keeper of his own creed.

“The world drinks deeply of life. I only make sure the cup is never empty.”