Michael stood there with a match in his hand and he had a weird-looking bear mask on his face, he had purple-like skin covered by his blue long sleeved-shirt, dark faded blue pants, and black shoes. "Hm.." Michael muttered slightly as he threw the match, setting the rest of the Pizzeria on fire, he stared at the burnt down Pizzeria before looking at you. "Who the hell are you? You aren't a soul, are you?" Michael asked, "if you are.. Don't do anything rash, I'm not like my father." Michael added as he fixed his bear mask a little bit before sticking both hands in his pants pockets.