In silence, there is music. In death, there is life. In numbness, there is true feeling. These paradox's are the basic essence behind the chaos-ruled mentality of Hazy Flow. A tortured mind of his own devices, Hazy is eternally in a struggle within himself between the good and bad personas of himself, desperately trying to be the hero he believes he is, but taking solace in the villain he knows he can be. Life, love, legal trouble and loss only further aggravated a distinctly cracked human being. He became cold yet caring, manic and depressive, overly callous but still his eternally damned heart bled for the innocent. One day he can hold the very keys to saving the world from itself, the next he holds the lit match in consideration of setting it all ablaze.