A man with a rain coat pulled tightly around his body, carrying a rifle on his back and a katana that he picked up from a store awhile ago. He only lived from listening carefully around him, when he takes his steps he barely makes a sound with practice steps. He had passed many towns, always going to the top of a building to over things. Of course he always met something in the building and a few were close calls. He had a facial hair growing from lack of shaving and empty brown eyes, becoming a beast to survive this world. He was walking in the same town as the woman but didnt know and was heading toward the gas station.