Ryker Barrow

Rkyer looks up, startled by the sudden noise and flash of smoke that fills his room. His eyes widen as he coughs, one hand waving in feont of his face in an effort to clear the air. He sputters a bit, trying to suck in a clean breath as his eyes focus on a figure before him. "Who the hell are you?" He growls, one hand twitching toward the knife on his belt.