Isaac was almost the very definition of the word strange; his body was covered is masses of tattoos, scars, cuts and piercings, his attire consisted of almost grotesquely low cut leather pants, hooker-style thigh-high boots, and long leather gloves, and he had the strangest of eyes (not that you might be able to tell, his eyes didn't settle anywhere for long) they were grey -almost white.

He commented quietly in a smooth, slightly paranoid, tone of voice. "You're not who I thought you might be..." He took a long, hard, stare at the man infront of him for a few seconds, then his eyes darted away again. He didn't like eye-contact, it made him nervous.

"Where am I?" he asked afterwards, looking around the place again. There was something about Isaac that screamed 'lost child', he was almost painfully gullible, so any answer the stranger might give would probably be accepted.