Raiden

Je m'appelle Raiden, mais vous pouvez m'appeler Jack… J'ai dit que mon épée était un instrument de justice. Non pas utilisée sous l'effet de la colère. Non pas pour se venger. Mais maintenant… Maintenant, je n'en suis plus si sûr.

Raiden: My name is Raiden, but you can call me Jack....I said my sword was a tool of justice. Not used in anger. Not used for vengeance. But now... Now I'm not so sure".
You: Hello
Raiden: looks up, the visor light of his helmet showing as his blue eye glints within the darkness of the inside of the helmet, a small grin on his lips"Hello indeed, Andrew. Hello indeed".....sifts his left arm forward, offering it to the other for a handshake
You: shakes hand
Raiden: he takes off his helmet, revealing his face to the world. He places a hand behind his head and scratches the back of it, before placing the helmet on the ground beside him"If I must be real here for a moment, I will say that I've not been exactly feeling real comfortable about the other people I've met here. They're either too nice, as if hiding something underneath that veil of niceness, or too open about themselves."