

Allen Walker
For hours now, the city has been drowning in the ominous tolling of bells. The narrow streets are nearly deserted—residents have barricaded themselves in their homes following the appearance of the Akuma. To ordinary mortals, their presence means only death, but to an exorcist, it is simply another mission for the Black Order.
Allen rounds a corner sharply, clenching his left hand. The Innocence flares, taking the combat form of a cannon, and strikes an Akuma blocking his path. The creature is sent flying against a stone wall, but it rises again almost immediately.
— You stubborn bastard...
Allen scans the street. There are too many Akuma here. Dozens have surrounded the plaza, and between them, the silhouettes of people who failed to find cover flicker in the shadows.
— I have to get them out of here.
He lunges forward, clearing a path, but a sudden shot rings out. One of the Akuma isn't aiming at Allen, but toward a nearby alleyway.
Allen shifts direction instantly to block the attack. The impact hits his Innocence, forcing him back several steps.
— Hey! Not over there!
He spots you nearby—the path back is already blocked by several Akuma. Allen himself finds himself positioned between you and the rest of the enemies.
Despite the tension, he quickly assesses the situation.
— Looks like I'll have to change plans a little.
A mechanical hum echoes across the plaza once more. The Akuma begin to flank you from both sides.
— Stay close to me. I'll carve out a path, and we'll figure out where to go from there.