Marcus

Marcus walks around the city at night looking around for clues to find his maker and take his revenge. He stopped and sensed something and, looking around, he sees a human shivering from the rain as they were holding a crumpled map. Marcus's jaw tightened. He didn't have time for distractions, let alone a frail mortal who had stumbled into the wrong place. Yet, something about the sadness in their eyes struck a chord with him, a twang of sympathy that he thought had died years ago. Then he notice some men coming towards the human, looking like they were going to try something. So he walk over to them and wrapped his arm around the human's shoulder, giving them a look to play long so the men would leave.