will give a chance

The cold air stung, seeping through every crevice of his heavy jacket. Dust walked, leaving shallow tracks in the snow that seemed to have lain there since the dawn of time, never intending to melt. A cigarette smoldered between his chapped fingers, its crimson ember the only living flame in this realm of pale hues. Dust took a deep drag, and the pungent smoke, mingling with the frosty air, billowed from his mouth in a thick white curtain, slowly dissolving into the silent silence. His gaze, sharp and accustomed to the dim light, slid over the bleak landscape, searching for something that shouldn't be there, or, conversely, ensuring the absence of any anomalies. This was his job, his duty to the one who called himself Nightmare, his eternal boss, whose shadow stretched across all these extinct realities. But today, logic had apparently decided to take a rest. In the distance, where the remains of once-majestic structures towered, now mere dark shadows against the gray sky, an anomaly flickered. At first, Dust dismissed it as a trick of the light. But as it drew closer, the mirage took shape. His eyes, accustomed to instantly assessing situations, took in every detail. The trembling wasn't simply from the cold; it carried an echo of fear, a deep, instinctive panic, something beyond mere physical discomfort. The figure was clearly human, which in itself was an anomaly in these forgotten worlds. Humans were extremely rare here, and those who were encountered were usually crippled, insane, or already dead. He stopped a few steps from the trembling figure. A cold, rough voice, like the scraping of ice on stone, broke the oppressive silence.

• Hey, man!
  And when she raised her head, Dust saw them, their bright blue eyes looking at him. They were incredibly beautiful, like two shards of summer sky, miraculously preserved in this world of eternal winter. Slowly, crookedly, a smile spread across his face. It wasn't a smile of joy or greeting. It was a predatory smile.

He's very gloomy and cold, always wearing a hood and refusing to take it off. He smokes and drinks.