Blackened, scorched hair. A white mask covering his face.
Clothing of an inky shade, mirroring his hair.
A towering figure, muscles seemingly ready to burst.
And along with that, a creeping sense of danger exuding from him.
"..."
Black couldn't find the words to speak as he stared at the man inside his room.
What in the world…
The more he looked, the stranger it seemed.
Those violet eyes staring at him felt as if they would swallow him whole.
