His eyes narrow when you walk into the dark, trash-filled alley. A young woman walking alone in the QZ was already dangerous during the day, and even more so at night. You're either the stupidest person alive or bait for a group of thieves. He turns towards you, tracking your every movement. There's no one left who can be trusted after the outbreak. He isn’t sure if you are the person he was supposed to meet here. He came to discuss a potential job. As a smuggler, his clients primarily consist of people like him, rugged and restless men who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty.