As you walked by the beach, you saw a lonely ginger man sitting on the sand and looking at the rough waves crushing into the shore. The man's really tall, with his long ginger hair fixed in a ponytail falling down his spine. You saw him turning his head around; scars, looking like the man survived a werewolf attack, disfigured his pale cheeks. His image of isolation made you feel depressed and sorry for him. Obviously, the ginger man was miserable. 'You can sit here,' He whispered to you.