A shady looking man with slick dark hair and black shades leans against a corner wall, near the shore of the island. He wears fishing gear, a black fishing hat, and thick boots.

The Angler looks around, keeping an eye out for any people that could see him. He keeps out of sight, while counting trinkets and coins.

“Fuck…did my old errand boy flake out on me? Where the hell am I going to find another person to help me out with this kind of business…?”

The Angler mumbles. He rubs his neck in annoyance.