A shadow envelops the room, and a dark man enters. He has black hair, yellow eyes, and sallow skin with scars all over. Maggots crawl out of his nose and ears. His teeth are bleach white, but when he opens his mouth you can see his tongue is almost all the way rotted. When he speaks, one might say it sounds like sandpaper colliding with the ocean. Another would say that he sounded like the mighty Odin as he hung off the world tree and gained the onus of wisdom. But all who have heard it fear and respect it. He’s built like a cigarette, and smells like several packs of them. It seems to be covering up the scent of something more sinister… perhaps the smell of the grave?