Up from the stairs near the rest comes a dashing young man with a furrowed brow. His shirt is a mess, but in that rugged hero way. He looks and assesses the situation.

'Ah, good. What I need... what we need. Men, we must do something. These... monsters... they are killing innocent people. We must work together to defeat this evil. Are you with me, men?

He seems strangely... unaffected by the horrors around everyone. Calm, confident and determined. How mad must a man be to sane in such a crazy time? Still, he's calling a group of preteens and there about 'men'...