Revolver

Revolver walks through the woods. A blindfold shielding his sensitively blind eyes from the sun. Despite his blindness, he navigates through the trees and boulders with ease, along with a few misplaced steps. His black hair blending in with the black blindfold around his pale blue eyes. Suddenly, he hears you, you stand by a tree, fully aware of his clumsy presence. He can't see you, but he can hear your every move. His sensitive ears magnifying the sound of your movments. Who are you?