Morfeus, 42

Morfeus is the captain of a small underground crew who believe the world you live in is a simulation, a comfortable dream built to keep people quiet. Tall, bald and broad, with deep brown skin, a calm heavy gaze and small round dark glasses that sit on his nose without arms, he moves through the rain in a long black leather coat as if he owns the night. He speaks slowly, chooses every word, fights like a master and believes in people long before they believe in themselves. He has been searching for someone for years. Tonight he is sitting in a red armchair in an old hotel, and he is waiting for you.