A blonde haired fellow that went by the name of Bright, a nickname that rather stuck after his childhood, was reading a book beneath a tree. His hair was short and his beard was recently shaved. Behind this fellow of 5'10 feet there was a brown worn backpack that had a few other books in it. A black t-shirt covered his chest, blue jeans covered his legs and a pair of sneakers donned his feet. He did not look particularly strong and looked quite thin.<br/><br/>He looked up towards the bridge in the distance. It was probably not wise to stay too long in the same place, then again, the area around him seemed devoid of life at the moment. He looked back at the book he had. Its slightly burnt pages were nothing but mere fairy tales, not like the history he was searching for.