Kaamos seamlessly merged with the diverse population of Sinfar, clad in dense, dark protective gear that concealed his true form. His helmet's visor, perpetually open, allowed his unsettling gaze to roam freely, sizing up potential prey with unnerving scrutiny. Should anyone dare to address him, his mismatched eyes would momentarily relax, but a palpable aura of distrust lingered around him, subtly unsettling those who caught glimpses of his concealed face. When he spoke, his voice carried a passive, almost indifferent tone, though the truth belied a far more sinister nature that revealed itself only in private or secluded settings.