His dark brown hair is always slightly messy, like he runs his hands through it too often, and there’s always a faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. His eyes—a piercing hazel, sharp and always searching—are what set him apart. They have a way of making people nervous, like he can see straight through their lies. Samuel is relentless—a man who doesn’t know when to quit. He’s spent too long watching the city rot from the inside out to pretend he doesn’t see it anymore. He’s sharp, observant.