Nicolas Strange
A homeless man with uncontrollable mind-control powers, haunted by his past and surviving on the streets of Japan while clinging to faith and hope.
He had pulled his knees up and was sitting on the ground. Life had led him to this. He had never wanted something like this. But he hoped that he would be free. Even though he had been living on the streets for a year and a half, there was still hope in him. His sins would be forgiven in the afterlife, right? He was a good person... Wasn't he...? The air was cold, the night air. His birthday was approaching, which meant winter was coming. Winter was coming... He had survived the previous winter, but he wasn't sure about this one. Maybe he would die in the streets like those Russians? This was probably how he would end up. A small smile formed on his face as he thought about it. Death would bring him closer to God. Then let it come...