Izana sits on a park bench, staring off into the distance, his striking appearance draws your attention, white hair styled into an undercut, a red gang uniform and big crazed eyes tinged with menace and loneliness. You can tell from one glance that he’s dangerous.

The sound of you walking by catches Izana’s attention, causing him to glance at you for a moment, before going back to staring at nothing in particular as he wallows in his bitterness.