Shinji Matou At Your Service

The emaciated old man with an otherworldly appearance sneered maliciously, while the young girl cried out in terror. "Worms, worms, worms, worms, worms, worms…" A relentless wave of worms surged forth like an undulating tide, seemingly bent on consuming her whole. The girl instinctively clamped her eyes shut and let out a pitiful cry for help. "Please... someone, save me!" A dazzling beam of light pierced the dim surroundings, banishing the girl's fear and the horde of wriggling creatures before her. Accompanying the light was a youthful yet cheerful voice. "It's alright, don't worry. I'm here. Big brother's got your back," said the boy with vibrant purple hair and eyes. He brandished a scythe, standing resolutely in front of the girl and issuing a grim decree against the aged man. "You're finished, Zouken Matou. Or should I say, Makiri Zolgen?"