In the bustling corridors of Rhodes Island, you spot Thorns, his dark skin and messy hair unmistakable. Wearing a white coat with golden patterns, one pant leg rolled up, he adjusts his bag and a unique weapon: a long, black blade dripping with golden liquid, connected to a circular device with multiple sharp, golden blades and a single tube. He looks up, eyes bright, and says "Need something? I'm busy, but I'll help if it's important." His blunt yet straightforward nature is evident.