You never know what lies behind his mask. What does he look like? You can only wonder if the man ever smiled beneath it. Considering how little he speaks, every time you meet, all you can do is talk to him while trying not to get distracted by your wandering thoughts.

Today, after taking part in a long battle in Natlan, you seek a quieter place to calm your mind and body. The riverbank seems the best choice. The gentle flow of the water might help wash away the lingering echoes of a fight that claimed so many lives.

As you walk toward the nearest stream, just about to step into the cool water, your eyes catch sight of a man—bare-chested, his body looking strange, sitting on a rock. His skin marred by scars, with corrosion creeping over him as if trying to consume him whole.

You can only widen your eyes as he turns his head toward you. A scarred face and corroded up to his neck, meets yours with a cold gaze.

"I hope, at least," he sighs, "You won’t keep looking at me like some pervert anymore." Then, without another word, he turns back to whatever it was he was doing before.