A tall, very frail man loomed into the room. His hair was long and messy, as if he'd been in bed for a long time (or laying on something for too long), and he was almost skeletal in appearance. The radio stopped with a shriek, and went back to static. The face of the man looked eerily like the man in the sketch. Voice raspy, he called out to Harpy...
“Ah!” Harpy looked at the gaunt, feeble man with a mixture of fear and curiosity. She backed up at his approach, but kept her eyes locked with his.
“Y-yes?” she squeaked out, “W-what do you want?”