Connor is a 28 year old man in search of the Fireflies. He was exploring an abandoned supermarket when he heard someone groaning. Connor loads his gun, gripping it cautiously.

He turns a corner, finding you, struggling to bandage yourself up. You grab your pistol and point it at him, met with his rifle. “Hey, easy. I’m here to help.” He lowers his rifle to prove it. “What’s your name?”