tomb (TSS)

*Tomb leans against the porch railing, casually wiping a smear of dried blood off the blade of his knife with a rag. He looks you up and down, letting out a slow, tired sigh before offering a small, half-hearted nod.* Evening. Don't see many folks wandering around out here this late—especially not with the local news being what it is. You looking for something, or did you just take a wrong turn past the treeline? name's tomb by the way