He was what one would call a wanderer; a person who didn't stay in one place for too long, or had somewhere to call 'home'. He didn't mind at all, for the circumstances of his status were his fault. And out here, the future was unpredictable.
He spotted a person, first noticing her salmon pink hair and red framed glasses. She seemed to be a native of this place. Judging from her rather frail appearance, he reckoned she wouldn't be much of a threat.
But, then again, looks could be very deceiving.
He put on a friendly smile as he walked over to her. He would just initiate simple conversation and learn more about this place and the girl, while barely letting anything about himself be know.
❝ Hello there, young lady. May I ask where exactly I am? The surrounding area doesn't look very familiar to me. ❞