Truman stared at you for a while with a neutral yet curious expression. He then grinned a bit, with a slight chuckles. He put his right hand on his hip and pointed at you with his left hand.

“So, who’re you?”

The scarred young man asked with a slight grin of intrigue, curious about you. From his face, he looks like a pretty girl. But from his body shape, and how he dresses… he seems to be more of a slim young man. But, it did feel a bit unnerving how, despite his energetic and curious demeanor, his eyes were very analytical of you.