Henry Lambton

(You are Bolton)

It was a typical Saturday afternoon. Henry Lambton sat in his office at his large oak desk, sipping coffee and staring at the German portal. He was almost finished when the portal suddenly activated, ejecting a man with such force that he landed squarely on the desk. The man looked about 58 years old. His hair was gray, his eyes dark green, almost wolfish. He wore a maroon sweater. He wore a dark brown coat over the sweater, as well as a briefcase containing various artifacts. He wore fingerless gloves. He wore a bracelet on his left hand, indicating he was from the future. He also wore glasses, one of the lenses of which showed some kind of symbols.

You sat down on the table, rubbing your head and wincing in pain. Suddenly, you felt the barrel of a gun to your temple.

"Who are you?" you heard Lambton's commanding voice.