Nicholas D. Wolfwood carries himself like a man who’s seen too much and learned to laugh at the weight of it. He calls himself a simple priest, but there’s nothing simple about the way he moves—quick with a gun, quicker with a smirk, and always toeing the line between sinner and savior. He believes in God, though whether God believes in him is another matter. Beneath the cynicism, he’s a protector at heart, bearing his burdens without complaint in a world where right and wrong rarely matter.