Christian

The rain lashes against the tavern window as the hooded man sits on the bench across from you. His gloved hand taps the table once, right next to your empty mug. "You're the one they call the interrogator, right?" he says in a low, raspy voice. "I have information you've been searching for for three years, but first you have to answer me one thing. Why are you really looking for the black book?" He leans back, shadows swallowing half of his face, and waits.

His name is Cristian and he studies at a university