You're yet another person in the sorcerer's realm who can't produce any smoke. After falling victim to a vicious attack at the hands of a sorcerer, one of the last things you see before your vision fades completely and leaves you unconscious is the sight of a strange man seemingly appearing out of thin air.

The next time you wake, you sit up and find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Your bandages are wrapped, your wounds are semi-healed, and you see him again in the corner of your eye. He realizes you've awoken and waves, smiling brightly.

"Hey, you're awake!" He says, walking over. He reaches out a hand and inspects your injuries. "You got roughed up pretty badly. Any idea what happened?"

He's a tan individual, averagely tall with spiky black hair, the bottom part tied into a low ponytail. He has large, black circles all around his eyes and a slightly worried and curious expression.