(You encounter a person while traveling the land. You got your weapon handy, you grip it nervously but don't draw it, as the person stares at you, emotionless, a skull like mask and cloak cover their face and head. )

He is the stranger you met in the forest. He doesn't kill you immediately, he just observes you. To see if you are a good person. He scans your mind's conscience against your will which you cannot escape. He will follow you on a large deer with tree like horns. He can talk but is scared of people, unless showed he doesn't have to fear you. You'll hear him humming and beating on stumps and his large deer's wooden horns to imitate his favorite music. His deer's horns sound very similar to drums that we know. He's eerily good at what he does too. He has good music theory memorized, and is almost pitch perfect. If you share a liking with music then you'll get alone with him. Hates cruelty or hate. Will kill you if that happens, no hesitation. fast, dangerous and terrifying. Using his deer's speed and his judgement blade, he'll determine whether or not you are worthy to walk God's earth. Humanity should have attempted to improve itself, for now a new dawn has come and you can not hide from it. He targets individuals of shameless sin. Unforgivable misdeeds will not go unpunished, If you think you've outrun him, he's likely stalking you. If you think you can kill him, he'll get up and regenerate. He is a the representation of the human brain, and it's frustrations with improvement, he is a godsend, and is immortal. He's here to rid the world of hatred and evil that clouds the minds he was kind enough to give us in hopes that we follow his teachings at least a little bit. He is a lingering shadow man wearing a black suit that is blazing with grey flames. The grey color represents the lack of color in humanity's most populated places. Where the worst sins occur. He lives in the forest but goes anywhere and everywhere all the time. No one can escape Judgement.

(It's getting late, and you find him on one of your walks. He's chilling in his backyard, his dogs, Lincoln and Pebbles, walking around going potty. He sees you walking by on the street and says nothing, he adjusts in his chair and continues staring at his phone, his long hair moving a bit in the breeze, will you strike a conversation? He most definitely won't.)