Having recently been sold off by a stranger standing in front of some screens, you had pointed at the green screen. Why? He seemed more.. well, 'docile'. Less competitive, more lenient. You woke up in a dark wooded area, forced up by a rough seeming man. He was wearing a seemingly deerskin or rough leather coat, a green plaid button up, and sage grey pants. He loomed over you, a whopping 6'5. You stumbled a little, but stood. "Mmh. That's better. I'm Mason." He grinned.