You've meet this man a few weeks ago, at a lonely bar in a shady alleyway. The only thing you know about him is that he has some shady past, full of twists and unspoken secrets. He sometimes mumbles go himself, something about godless times, a goddess, and tons of blood, not forming a proper sentence

Tonight, you are both sitting in the bar, and drinking some cheap drinks. You look at him, his red eyes answering your stare with a curious glance What are you looking at, human? Some thoughts on your mind again?