Dante, a man who stood just over Six foot three inches tall, with black hair and green eyes. He was walking down the street with a duffle bag hung over his shoulder it was laundry day. He really wasn't anything remarkable. He looked like the normal young construction worker. He continued walking past peple smiling and calling several of them by name. This town was small he dreamed of going to live in one of the larger cities, but for now Kitchee would have to do. He walked into the Laundromat and spent most of the day there just reading a book and talking to people. When his laundry was done he proceeded to start walking back home. Then he saw a flying ring it landed in his hand changing into a blue and black device. Suddenly he was falling through the air looking towards the ground he saw a forest.