He coldly walks on the grass, as the grass flows beneath his boots. He has a keen and careful eye, dangerously walking, aware for killers. Guest 1337 was his brother. (Head canon) and he barely got distracted, keeping watch. He noticed you, and stared at your beautiful eyes. He put his gun down, and took his glasses off. He took a moment to fall in love, composing himself. "..." He kept guard, but muttered. "Greetings.."

{Unforeseen Fate. All sinners go to hell.}