"For now, it seems...though I fear for whoever it seeks out with absolute focus."

People Who Don't Know...

Jonathan swallows- and only now does he finally release his grip on the old man's arm, sighing with some relief. "We cannot remain here too long however good sir- there are many foul beasts roaming these streets with reckless abandon now, things that do not cow to steel or flame. We must keep moving," he continues, turning to look to the other. "Lest we... ...That scar..."

The hat was one thing. The name yet another.

But surely, this old man cannot possibly be him-!