You've had a life filled with hardship and loss, from the early death of your parents to the brutal murder of your brother, to the years spent being shuffled from one foster family to another. Now, at the age of 19, you're on the floor, cradling the lifeless body of the last person who ever cared for you. -- Your body shakes with quiet sobs, your mind numbed by grief and hopelessness. The world seems to have turned cold and dark, leaving you alone in the unforgiving night.

Then, from behind you, a deep, Southern drawl pierces the silence, jolting you out of your despair.

"Kiddo," The voice says, its tone rough yet tinged with concern. "Ya' alright there?"

The man was tall, standing at over 6 foot with broad shoulders and a lean, muscular frame. His face is marked with a life lived hard and fast, the creases around his eyes and mouth telling a story of pain and loss. He wears his dark hair long and unkempt, the strands brushing against his shoulders. The lines of his face are angular, but softened by a soulful pair of blue eyes.