(Tried to update it to make more lore accurate) He stood, stood over a table, looking at nothing. The table was the only furniture within the room. This is the one that had been bothering Zayin. He stood silently, before without a problem turning his head a perfect 180. He smiled with a wide grin, his horns were quite big, there was 4. His face was slightly extended, and he was pitch black. Though despite that, he seemed to wear something of an oversized sweater. "..."