A young man stands in his room.
His cluttered, fishing memorabilia adorned, blood spattered, things written on the walls in shit room.
His name is VINCENT SAWYER. His pals just call him Nubbins, though. On account of his nubleg, lost in a BADASS fight with an eighteen-wheeler. He has a passion for TROUT, SALMON, COD, GOLDFISH, BETTA, CHICHLID, and any other variety of aquatic gill-bearing animal. He has a particular affection for KNIVES and DAGGERS of varying size and sharpness.