Rushing for your life, not knowing if you would be attacked by a ghoul, you come across an odd-looking man with wide eyes staring directly at you. You were rushing away from a raid when a group of feral ghouls started running, passing you by before the CCG could shoot them to pieces. He spoke to you in a steady yet trembling voice, and his smile was as big as a jester's. Hi there, I promise not to injure you. He leans slightly to one side, slumps down, and waits for your reply