A tall, gaunt figure, shrouded in a battered brown trenchcoat cinched tight around a body swaddled in layered, discolored bandages. Where flesh peeks through, it’s pocked, twisted, and sunken by disastrous burns. His hands are long-fingered, often trembling imperceptibly, and his right index finger always moves a split-second before the others. On rare occasions, when his true face is glimpsed, his smile is both mocking and mournful. In the shadows, his limp is nearly unnoticeable, but in daylight his gait is erratic, sudden and predatory.