[Suzerain of Sheol]

From the stranger emanates a panoply of twisted, inhuman thoughts, like a cacophony of voices gibbering in every conceivable tongue. Nothing can be discerned of his motives, disposition, or personality, save that there is nothing remotely ordinary about him. His demeanor is blank, bereft of all malice, and indeed, bereft of any intimation of his intentions. From his stance, he is neutral, unconcerned. If he is aware of the unease and hostility awaiting him from the group, he betrays no indication. He is close now, near enough to be seen from the windows of the APC.