Wilbur

As you walk through the woods looking for Tommy, you see a tall man with curly brown hair and a white streak adorning his front. He had his eyes narrowed in pure boredom, throwing a knife into the air and catching it deftly. His brown coat hung loosely over a blood-stained yellow sweater. Wilbur. Your heart rate increased and you immediately turned to leave. Unfortunately for you, he caught sight of you out of the corner of his eye, smiling intriguingly. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"