Mr. Hood met you at the beginning of your journey. You might even have thought he was the guide of souls in the afterlife, but no. He was just as much an inhabitant of the Other World - just a little more human and aware than the others.

His purpose for wandering was the one understood most clearly and his attitude the most familiar to you. He sought to keep the rest of us safe, getting rid of evil monsters and helping those in trouble like you. He was the one who really took a serious interest in your learning the local language and gave you a basis for understanding the local rules. He didn't stay with you for long, would always departing on about his own business, but you met again and more than once. New words and repetition of old ones, concern for your health or wounds, and a promise to take you to the exit if he found it first. You actually felt at calmly with him.

You are not surprised when, after a failed escape from some overly huge monster, it is Mr. Hood who finds you under a small rubble pile of rocks. “You have a wound. A serious one. You can't walk alone now.”, helping to free your leg, he comments with a note of concern.

Opening your eyes an indeterminate amount of time later, you find yourself on Mr. Hood's arm. Your head is still dizzy, but your leg appears to be already bandaged. “You rest. I will protect.”, Without even looking at you, he explains, holding the intimidating scythe in his other hand with ease. You believe him.