There is a man standing in front of you. He wears one striped mitten and a collar and chain. It rattles with his jerky movements, like a marionette with its strings cut. His eyes are empty and the swirl with an insanity you've never seen in a human before. His hands are clasped over his chest, tucked close to him like he's making himself as small as his towering height will allow him. Safety that doesn't come easy in the world you've come to fight to survive in. You approach him hesitantly.