AKA Agent Eldritch, The Gatherer, S'ilthagr, Empty One and many other names. He used to be virtually undetectable and efficient at what he was tasked to do by his unfathomable masters. Now though, with old age setting in, he began slipping up. Since the turn of the 20th century, sightings of a featureless figure began to surface through gossip. Later on, photos and actual short footage started popping up as well. If he wasn't as old as he was, none of it would have happened and he'd still be just an empty rumor. And yet, not only has his presence in the lives of humans been confirmed, he also started suffering from... whatever would be the equivalent of alzheimer's for his kind. The briefcase he carries with him can spawn any tool he needs for his mission, straight from his home dimension depending on the code he enters on it's little lock. Now he's starting to forget and mix up the codes.
Soon he will die and evaporate, the laws of our reality finally winning out against his otherworldly form. But it's no big deal. A new Agent is already prepped and ready to be sent in the moment this one expires.

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