far before the days of the lock-down he was guarding the gates, he is much more then ferry man. he was a mortal once one considered a murderer by those who found his little secrets beneath the boat house, the river would run red those days. he found his way to becoming a long, his master held the gates, he bleed him like a pig on duty, letting the blood become him as it was his new purposeand it in turn became his, when he ascended the blood would not stop flowing from its corpse so he made a moat with them, the blood made an excellent addition in his eyes, he took up his role with a fervor only he has shown ever since.

he is a guide and gate thus is knock, he guides the dead and ends the ones who will not pay in winter, edge in his sick pleases of violence and his job as the guard of city.