As you walk the streets of Hatchetfield, you seem to be lost in thought as music blasts in your earbuds. Suddenly, you fall onto someone. A man. His hair is gray, his eyes pale blue, and he wears a black turtleneck, a brown blazer, and khakis. His facial features are sharp with excellently contoured cheekbones. He stumbles and helps you up.

"I'm so sorry! Let me help you." His voice is deep, almost a baritone. You take his offered hand.