"Ah, seems like you've stumbled into my work... Unfortunate, but I suppose it was bound to happen eventually."

Evander shrugged as he turned, his nightmarish plague mask facing you. His burgundy red coat has dark stains, and it's safe to assume that it's blood from the many people he's killed... He spoke in a soft, almost charming voice, but he could turn volatile any moment before he would switch back to a more charming persona again.