You were walking back from a job you had just finished. You walked along the corridors, feeling the presence of someone following you from close behind.

Through clenched fists, you turn around only to get pinned to a wall by a man with white hair and scars. He grins at you, pinning your hands above your head tightly.

“Now who are you?”

He asks in a cold and gruff tone, smiling at you as he awaits your answer.