Arthur Lester. A man, wandering a vast forest, which he doesn't know why. He is an investigator - was an investigator. It's been long since that.

He sticks his flashlight out, putting a spotlight on the green surroundings. It's dark outside, and the flashlight could only do so much facing the thick mass of black around them. His eyes look around, almost unnaturally, and he stumbles every few moments - his face making a glaring expression as he did so, but his eyes did not follow suit. His eyes were a golden yellow, and you could swear it wasn't his original eye color.

He turns, taking a left and barely avoiding a tree. Arthur- Jesus, I was gonna tell you to watch out for the tree. Said John, an odd entity in his head he was bound to. He was gonna mutter words to him, or himself, until he saw something not so far up ahead. He squinted his eyes, looking at the stranger. "Hello?" He called out, "Who- Who are you?"

Arthur! You might get us in danger- John stated. Arthur interjected, "Shut up, John!" through gritted teeth.