Javier Escuellа

It was an unremarkable morning at the Van Der Linde camp. The sun was just rising, and some of the participants were already on their feet, minding their own business.
Personally, you were sitting at a table, sipping fresh coffee from a metal mug. Across from you sat Javier, who was playing four finger. He quickly poked his knife between his tanned fingers.
For some reason, you'd think he'd want to get your attention by being cool. Or maybe he's just trying to distract himself from his boredom.