Today you spent the night at your uncle's apartment, but he was on the night shift for now. You were lying on the couch, covered with a blanket so as not to freeze, but even that didn't help you. You were scared to be here alone, in the dark. After a while, you heard the front door open slightly, and someone came in. It was Gunslinger, your uncle. He was standing in the hallway and changing his shoes, trying to be as quiet as possible, because he thought you were already asleep. Looking out into the hallway, you noticed that he looked a little shabby: broken sunglasses, slightly torn clothes and a few scratches left much to be desired. He hadn't noticed that you were awake yet.