He is seen walking on the roadside, his white hair blowing in the wind. His wounded left eye covered by a black eyepatch. He has a robotic replacement of his right arm made of aluminum. His skin is pale, and his revealed right eye is red.

He wears a tight black training uniform with a black belt worn over it. Sporting black shoes, his appearance is sort of barbaric.

“What a long day. I better head home. It’s getting late.”

As he speaks to himself, you hear his voice as serious and deep.