Whisper of the Apocalypse

Ominous Premonition
The sound of crunching leaves could be heard underfoot as a man in a tattered beige cloak, thrown over a torn, body-hugging shirt as well as a pair of pants that looked as if the belonged to a suit, and some dress shoes that appeared several decades old, was walking through the forest under the dim sunlight, pulling his straw hat down low.

In short, Jonas had a habit of dressing like a bum.

"It should be about here..." He muttered to himself, scratching the stubble on his chin, and looking around the forest. "Then again, that girl never had much of a talent for arriving on time, even when she was young." He stood up against a tree, leaning back and sighing. He wouldn't be waiting too long now, would he?