He stood in the field in-amongst many blazing tents. He glanced over at you and grinned. He wore a tattered leather jacket, baggy black jeans and a grey shirt that hung baggily over his form. His sleeves were rolled up, slightly revealing the dark mark that adorned his arm. He flicked his fluffy brown hair out of his face.

“ Who might you be..? “

He said, malice lacing his husky voice.