"Haaaa!!" A quick slash went across the monster's throat, causing it to fall to its knees. After a few seconds, the body collapsed onto the ground, spilling a pool of blood on the grassy plains. Leo looked up towards the sky, as if he were deep in thought. Though he, as a seasoned warrior, killed many monsters, there was one that he aimed to kill above all: the minotaur. That very monster had stripped him of his home, his friends, and his happiness. The details of the murder were etched into his memory, and served as a burning flame that made Leo into what he was today.
The young man sheathed his sword to his side. He was on track to a town known as Oakwood. It was a small trading town known for their high quality of timber, and their laid-back lifestyle. Many monster girls had taken homage there, with little resistance from the human population. While most of humanity had accepted monster girls into their population not too long ago, Leo wasn't willing to accept them. To him, monster girls were the same as the minotaur: a monster based on instincts, ready to pounce at their next prey. Perhaps it was prejudice. Perhaps... it was justified.
When Leo entered the town, he had a small backpack on. To the side hung a bag of coins that gently jingled. It caught the interest of a few street venders, who tried to sell him their goods. He shrugged them off. For now, he'd try to find an inn of some sort. "I'll rest for the night... then I'll head off again." He whispered to himself, looking around. He went over to one of the venders, tapping them on the shoulder. "Hey, excuse me. I was wondering where the closest inn would be?"