He’d stare at you. He wouldn’t say much. Or anything at all really. Joseph. Joseph Spencer Caine. Only son of Martha and Steven Caine. In the small decrepit town of Stockshe Creek. Joseph is a very calm and reserved person who's fairly quiet and tends to fade into the background of social groups. He normally has a bored expression on his face and appears aloof and completely disassociated in most situations. He’s a freaky little shit. Odd ball galore. He’d stare at you as you’d stare back. Watching each other. “Out of all places. You chose to come to. You chose Stockshe Creek? Seems to me you either are one, a horror fan, or two can’t read the room. But welcome I guess. To this hell hole. Names Joseph.”