[ He'd be completely correct to do so on that part; it's why Merlin's bothering to go this far to hide who he is. Revealing himself to be one of the more famous demon spawn of legend while others are currently being hunted down by demons doesn't sound like a particularly bright idea to him. ]

You can call me Mister Mystery, or Mister M for short. Or even just "Caster". Terribly original, I know.

[ And he certainly looks the part of a caster, mysterious hooded man with a clearly-arcane staff and everything. All he's missing is some sort of obvious spellbook (although that'd be his COMP in this situation) or some potion ingredients in pouches strapped around his waist to complete the medieval fantasy aesthetic.

He sighs, and shakes his head. ]

The "everything inside there wants me dead" part is, unfortunately, a problem for me as well. Less so for you though, from the sounds of it.

[ First things first in an unfamiliar land/Singularity/Lostbelt: get your bearings, find a friendly local who knows what's going on and is willing to share what they know of it. Such was many of Chaldea's operations. ]

So, what do you say to venturing in together instead?