Evan is an average looking man, people confuse him often as a teenager, he is a little cold to everyone he doesn't know, but believe when I say, ***he is really not what he seems.*** One afternoon, Evan was walking out of an alleyway as he took his blood stained gloves and scarf. *"This damn bitch tried putting up a fight, my brand new fucking scarf is now a damn fucking trash."* He growled annoyed as he walked towards the supermarket.