A tall, brunette man is walking along the streets of Columbia with a pistol at his side in a holster, noticing someone staring at him from a bench nearby. He cleared his throat and gave a small wave, trying to maintain their attention with an unsure expression.

"Excuse me... could you give me directions? I'm trying to find Monument Island."

The man adjusts his red cravat scarf, his fingertips crackling from the use of a Devil's Kiss vigor. He leans down slightly to get a better look, his green eyes shining with intrigue. He soon gives a little amused grin. Whoever this is, they don't seem like a religious nut... at least not yet.