"Hehe. Looks like we've got some idiots passing through."
A man wearing old clothing that looked to be falling apart was sitting in a dimly lit cockpit that had trash and dusted pilled up on the floor.
His dark brown hair was long and greasy, adding more evidence that he did not particularly care about hygiene or his appearance.
Resting haphazardly in an open cabinet was a long cylindrical device used for smoking certain types of drugs, and a thick syringe with a packet of a light orange liquid sitting next to it stored inside.
If one looked closely around the man's mouth, they would notice a red rash that was in its beginning stages. A clear sign of heavy drug abuse.
At this point though, the man was too hooked to ever even think about getting off the substances he regularly took.
The only things that he really had to look forward to were the next hit and the thrill of the hunt.
