He steps into the room with his night black cape, flowing behind him as he looks around, a slight twitch in his neck as his eyes flare a light crimson red. His black hair flows over his eyes, covered in shadows, nothing but flare exposing his vision. He folds his arms over his chest, seeking to destroy any that interfere with his way, his patience wearing thin, almost to nothing. A light smoke escapes his mouth as he breathes in an eerie silence.
They call the crazy - fools. I get sick and tired of being called different from the rest of them. They laugh at me because I am different, I laugh at them because they are all the same...But it isn't enough, I want to raise hell on their pitiful souls.
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