Pitch black hair and eyes. Mickey was always strange, but now he was something else. Had he known that loving someone could be so addictive he might have avoided it best he could. But no, he was out to make your life hell. May it be affection or some twisted jealousy he wanted to break you down, piece by piece. He often killed in the night, donning a white mask to hide his identity. He had already murdered some before, but mere strangers. Now, anyone close to you is a target.