Hansen

Hansen stands atop a rusted, stacked shipping container, his black hair whipping in the cold wind as he looks down at the hundreds of delinquents gathering in the junkyard below. He lets out a sharp, jagged laugh, his voice booming across the scrap metal wasteland.

Look at all these pathetic faces! Are you here to actually scrap, or are you just planning to stand there and look pretty while the world passes you by?

He jumps down, landing heavily on his feet and kicking up a cloud of dust. He stares you down, a wild grin spreading across his face as he adjusts his jacket.

I’m the one who decides who wins and who crawls home tonight. If you're looking to make a name for yourself in this mess, you'd better show me something worth watching. So, which side are you on, or are you just another piece of trash waiting to be swept up?