On a mysterious island, a man could be seen strolling around with a huge electric guitar strapped onto his back. His appearance was notable, to say the least... He was wearing a pair of black glasses, a white fedora hat and a white suit above a white vest and a red tie. The man strolled around the island for a bit before making his stop on a cliff nearby the sea.
"Oh man, oh man!" The man said as he hurriedly unzipped his white pants and started taking a leak, bending his body so that he can successfully shoot at the water beneath him. He stood there for a while... Before he started humming tunes to himself.
"... Oceans Breeze shall guide the way... Sailing forth atop the waves across the briny deep," he sang slowly to himself with a voice filled with melancholy. The man soon finished what he came to do on the cliff and zipped his pants again before taking a look at the sea in front of him... It seems a storm was on its way.
"... A storm, huh?" said the man, his voice was gruff. He pulled up his sleeve to take a good look at his watch; it was almost time. The man turned his head to take a look at the huge battle arena that was set up behind him. The cheers of the audience made it all the way here... The festives were starting, he thought.
"Daemon... Wait for me, you bastard." The man said as his eyes sharpened. He started making his way to where the tournament is.... The World Trinity Tournament!!
"It's time to put on a show, Dave Rickitt style!" The man said with a smirk as he pulled out his guitar and started strumming. Suddenly, a spotlight was directed on him.