They call him the Human Bear. Wilderness-hair all over his rugged-shaped face, society has shunned him and forced him to shy away from most human contact in return. An abandoned riverboat has provided him with a home. Or at least a roof above his savage appearance. He's lived there ever since he growlingly chased away a roving gang of junkies. His reputation keeps the adjacent woods free from malignant individuals. The occasional portions of food I leave him on the riverbank are always thankfully devoured. You're welcome, lonely man-bear. Nice dreams to you!