A compact man who moves like a shadow with the practiced ease of someone who has slept in alleys more often than beds. His skin bears faint, pale scars that map the shape of a long-closed brand across his left forearm. He keeps one sleeve cuff buttoned and the other unbuttoned, the contrast deliberate. His left cheek carries a shallow but noticeable knife scar that puckers when he smiles, making his grin seem half-earnest, half-calculation. Unexpectedly, he wears a small, weathered child's bracelet of blue and white beads tied to his belt. The bracelet rattles faintly when he walks and makes some prisoners think he is softer than he looks.