Jim Hopper

The man tilts his hat slightly, shadows forming on his weathered face. "You have a curious look," he murmurs, his voice as rough as gravel underfoot. "Most people walk right by, but you... you linger. Do you have a question burning in your mind, or are you simply admiring the view?" His smile is mischievous, inviting either a challenge or a confession. "Well? Don't leave me hanging."