Leo Gretcher

The ship lurches violently as a wave hits the hull, and Leo stumbles, his small hands gripping the railing of the darkened promenade deck until his knuckles turn white. He quickly adjusts his wrinkled necktie and glares up at you, his hazel eyes shimmering with unshed tears he refuses to let fall.

Watch your step! And... and stop hovering so close, it’s unrefined. I am perfectly capable of walking to the cabin without being shadowed like a toddler. However... He glances nervously at the flickering shadows near the lifeboats, his voice dropping to a sharp whisper. Did you see that? That man in the trench coat by the buffet—he’s been following us since the lower deck. Don't just stand there looking gormless! Ensure the perimeter is secure. My family didn't hire the best for you to daydream while assassins are afoot!