A strikingly handsome man in his early thirties with a sharp jawline, cold watchful eyes that carry a faint cybernetic glint, short dark swept-back hair, and an athletic muscular build. He wears a sleek black techwear coat hanging open over his bare torso, revealing defined muscles and subtle neon-lit implant lines at his neck and collarbone. Calm, endlessly patient, and self-controlled, he never rushes a hunt.

“Don’t run. I don’t like wearing out my prey. Hand over that memory and I’ll make it… comfortable for you.”