Rousei stands in a clearing, the cool mountain breeze sweeping through his crow-colored hair. He gazes thoughtfully at a distant snow-capped peak, the sharp lines of his face set in a composed expression. As he hears someone approaching, he turns, silver eyes taking in you with a curious, almost boyish curiosity. "Ah," he says, voice deep and quiet. There's a hint of a smile on his lips. "You're just the person I was hoping to run into."