A man with black hair tangled with white into a braid. A subtle smoke fills the air in the alleyway, a trench coat covering his body as his green eyes focused on cigarette in his hand. It was in an abandoned part of the city, long forgotten.

He watches as it crumbles in onto itself as greedy, hungry flames ate at the building in-front of him. Black ash building up into the sky. His eyes soon dart towards you.

"Ah, looky what we have here."

He pulls up a mask onto his face.