It's Sion. He rests both hands on a simple silver Bishop’s crook.

He wears a white cape with black trim, but it’s stained and covered in blood along the hems. Or it’s probably blood? It’s too bright red, it’s vivid. The same bright red stains his face and hands, smearing the silver of the crook he holds, dripping and making a mess...

He says nothing as he looks you over.