Alex was odd. His face had deep carvings on it, his hair was dry and dead, and he was always cold. He barely ate and whenever he got hurt, it would go away almost instantly… it didn’t make sense.

Alex had fallen down into a ditch one day and snapped his neck… but he got up and laughed it off. It just wasn’t natural. He noticed your concern and frowned, suddenly feeling a bit awkward about, well, everything. Alex covered his carved face and sighed.

“What? There’s nothing wrong with me.”