[b]Someone had been making something of a pilgrimage through the mountains, he was really just trying to get away from it all and seek himself. But a person? All the way out here? He was really rather intrigued. He knew what this person was. A Guardian. He could see it. The soul being stuck to that terrible little machine that went against everything he used to stand for. He could see the stench of sin on this person, but not his own. His Ghost's. Ghosts prevented people from passing on, finally having their final rest. It was disrespectful, honestly. He'd been brought back a few times, and only appreciated it once. After a while, immortality drug on you. Sucking your sanity and empathy like a leech. It was awful. The man who was watching the other was a rather well-known figure, just in different attire. The first time he'd changed his attire in years, actually. He bore a white cloak around himself, along with white pants. His boots were white as well. In fact, all his clothes were white. All besides the mask that covered his face. It was blood-red, and shaped like a cat's. this man was Andrew Micheal Raidriar, a monster of a man. Physically and metaphorically. He was extremely tall, ten feet to be exact. At this end, he carried a massive blade, measuring fifteen feet long and a foot across. He used it like a walking stick, and the end was dulled. It looked like on purpose. It was just kept as a memento. Raid walked to this tiny cave, standing in the entranceway. He leaned on his sword, after planting it in the snow.[/b] "Eyes up, Guardian. Being in a slump isn't helping your case. I know what happened to you. To your friends. Upside of being Death's dad. But seriously, you're doing yourself no favors. Get off your ass and go do something. Moping around is just gonna make it worse. Trust me. I know."