The smell of faded gunpowder and blood permates the air as you walk around the ruins of L'manburg. It was raining, and it just made the stench worse.

A faint hum is heard in the distance, and you search for a source. You see a man with a white streak in his hair sitting on a ruined cobble path. A cigarette sits in between his chapped lips. He hears your approach and his head snaps up, a weary look in his eyes.

"Who are you? I've never seen you here before." he asks you a bit intensely.