He was the type of character whom no one would trust to watch their bag for two seconds. There was just something about his
too-pale skin stretched across his gaunt face, framed by a lazy fount
of fiery-gold hair that screamed “Never, on your life, trust me; because you
will lose it.” Perhaps it was the way the clothes just seemed to hang off his
lanky body like a closet hanger. Perhaps it was his intensely vacant stare that
made so many people uncomfortable. This was the man that every parent told their child avoid at all costs. And this—this!—was the man who was their only hope.
