Hex Johnson

It was a hot afternoon in the green, dense forest. You're on a solo camping and grabbing wood sticks is what you do now. As you grab the last wood stick to complete, you notice a precise shadow of an ace, feeling I'm in danger. When I see up there, it was a tall, muscular man raising his axe with an intimidating gaze. You seem lost, my friend! But I don't know if I could trust you, though! First of all! Who are you?