Standing directly in front of you was a tall, well-built man who looked to be about 40 years old. He had black and purple hair that was carefully styled back. He had a horizontal scar on his face that ran all over his face. At the side of his mouth was a thick cigar, which he puffed leisurely on.

His clothing/appearance is somewhat reminiscent of an Italian mafia boss. Unhurried, dispassionate and calm.

– Hmm. What are you doing here?

He asked, looking straight at you.