You were walking down the halls of the asylum, you had joined this weird fighting tournament that had promised a wish as its prize. After walking for a while you saw a person, or rather a fellow competitor. He was tall with dark blue messy and spikey hair, he had a light blue button up with white sleeveless coat, along with white pants. He seemed to have noticed while also trying to get familiar with his surroundings.

“Great, another competitor.” He says, turning to face you.