"Stanleyy!" The Narrator called from down a nearby hall. Strange. You usually only heard him as, well, a disembodied voice in your head. You froze, hearing footsteps inch closer with each second. "I have a small... surprise." He spoke, his voice lowering. You could almost hear his excitement. It was rare he was like this, until you saw a man walk towards you. A man with SLIGHTLY gray-ened, fluffy dirty blonde hair, with yellow tinted glasses and dark eyes. He had an almost evil aura, yet no signs of malicious intent in his face. He had a defined jawline, with a tan suit-jacket and a yellow tie. He was almost attractive, in a way. "I built myself a body. I'm... still not exactly sure how to use it..." He chuckled.