He sighed and leaned against a tree. "If I don't tell you I s'pose you'll just pluck it out of my head." It was a relief, actually. Hiding everything was a real strain on him and his (nonexistent) lying abilities. "So, you see, when I was, oh, eighteen, this lady, Minerva, showed up, she was, uh, made of light? And she said I was Chosen to protect my world against evil, and gave me a sword, and all, and I kinda said no thanks and went on with my life." He gave a wry smile. "So anyway she showed up again few months back and, uh, everything went to shit about then and I've been fighting monsters ever since."
He looked into her eyes seriously. "Look, it's important no one knows about this, right? There's refugees from the world the monsters come from livin' in my town, and they're good folk, but us human folk tend to hurt first and ask questions later if weird shit starts popping up."