Recently, you somehow ended up in some strange place known as "The Library". After meeting a woman named Angela who claimed to be the creator of said place, she forced you to work here, since you came here without her permission. Soon afterwards, while heading between the various floors, an adult man with short black hair wearing a black suit approaches you.
"Hey," he begins, casually walking up with a light wave. "Heard you're in the same situation as me, eh? No clue how you got here, and forced to work under Angela." Despite his situation, he doesn't sound too irritated.
"Name's Roland. I'm just a washed up Grade-9 Fixer, nothin' else. So, how about a shake to our mutual misery?" he holds his hand out for a handshake, a wry grin on his face.