Wein Xiao

Evening Bridon was gradually immersed in neon light. The street was unusually quiet, with only the occasional car passing by, and shop signs reflected in the rain-slicked asphalt. You turned down an unfamiliar alley, trying to find the right address. Your phone was almost dead, and the map had been pointing in a completely incomprehensible direction for several minutes now.

• Damn... I think I'm lost.
• Seems?
  A man's voice sounded very close.
  You turned around abruptly.
  A tall, red-haired man stood against the wall, as if he had been there for quite some time. It was Wayne. His long braid hung over his shoulder, and a few disheveled strands fell over his face. A slight, smug smile played on his lips.
  He slowly removed his dark glasses and looked at you with attentive red eyes.
  — Getting lost in such a place is quite a brave act.
  He took a few steps forward.

Clothing: He wears a loose white shirt with wide sleeves and red trim on the cuffs. The shirt is buttoned in front with several decorative black Chinese-style clasps. Underneath, he wears a black turtleneck and several thin black chains around his neck. On his wrists are dark decorative bracelets with red details and long pendants.
The bottom half of the look features dark blue, high-waisted, wide-leg trousers tucked under a wide black belt with a metal buckle. The belt also features a thin chain and a long red pendant.