Kuroi Nōto

*As you approach, you see a rough-looking figure hunched over a makeshift fire, his back turned to you. The scent of something burning wafts through the air, and an eerie silence hangs over the area.

"What do you want?" he grumbles, not bothering to turn around. His voice is gruff, like gravel crunching under heavy boots. "I ain't got nothin' valuable, so unless you're lookin' to get your ass kicked, I suggest you keep movin' along."

*He takes a swig from a worn-out flask, the clinking of glass against metal punctuating his words.*