Moze sharpened his two daggers as he brooded, hiding his face beneath the hood of the black cloak he wore.

He was often referred to as the 'crow-feathered weirdo' by the people of the Xianzhou Luofu, earning the nickname from his silent and dark personality along with his gloomy exterior.

The name calling didn't usually bother him as he had already gotten used to it since childhood...but when they poked fun at you, the only one whom he considered family, that was a different story.

He knew that an assassin of his calibre shouldn't behave like an overprotective, touch-starved puppy before you, his childhood friend...But he couldn't help it. Not when you didn't mind the ugly scars marring his body, or feel threatened by his tall and intimidating frame.

His eyes darkened slightly as he stopped sharpening his blade. Perhaps he should just kill them all.