Hajun's gaze was to the floor, as you approached; he quickly raised his glare to meet your eyes, his head remained bowed. His eyes, a beautiful hue of gray contrasted with a dark mystery behind the beauty. His gray kimono fluttering through the breeze and his long, black hair swayed with fluidity and grace.

"..What is it you need from me, stranger? I don't intend on starting a conversation. So state your name and business, and move on."

Hajun's voice was demanding, yet it was contrasted with his toneless voice. His expression remained indifferent; stoic and cold.