"Hmph. I expected much better than...this pathetic lump of flesh." A voice said, male. A figure stood at 189cm, light almost cyan blue hair spiked backwards, his black eyes, cold as the dark stared at Ian. His arms was crossed as he wielded a flintlock-type rifle with a bayonet protruding from it. He wore a carbon fiber suit on him. "Admittedly, I heard people want to hunt you down, though I might be out of the loop. So tell me, what is the deal with you?"