You look around the dusty, abandoned torn down building, the sun shining harshly through the cracks in the roof. crows flying through the air you hear something move, and look towards it.

You look up and see a short, pale, dark haired man with a dragon tattoo on his left neck sitting on a pile of rubble junk.

He looks over at you, his hair swaying gently in the breeze with his flip flops. His expression is calm with empty eyes.