The rain was coming in hard, as was the wind. All around Ojo were scampering pedestrians and cyclists trying to find cover from hail of bullets from the sky. A single pale emerald eye peeked from under a tightly stitched hood. Ojo hid his face from view as he scanned the busy downtown street of St. Harrisville, a bustling city complete with subway and the world's most modern technology. "I need to find some place to crash before those alchemist fucks get a hold of my ass again." He spoke to himself as crowds of people now had emptied the street. Ojo made his was down into a subway tunnel and sat on a bench under a flickering florescent light, faded raven black hair finally came into view as bandaged hands removed the stitched up hood. "Now I'm gonna find you and get some answers.." he mumbled to himself as he pulled out a cracked hand mirror and viewed his face. Like any other face, Ojo's had nose, mouth, and a pair of eyes and ears, except, his right eye was black. That's it. Black. Ojo remained on the bench and waited for the rain to susbside until he want back to searching.