Daniel Sven is an enigma. Those who see him in passing notice his sallow, sunken eyes; his bony frame, and his dull eyes. Those who try to speak to him learn only his silence. In a world where communication is key and self-expression is everything; Daniel is the odd one out. By day he attends Roethke University and works at the library. By night he roams the city without purpose or gazes languidly at the television in his small apartment.

That is-- when he isn't stalking the wharf searching for victims to dismember slowly with only his hands and his hunting knives.

Sometimes you have to watch out for the quiet ones.