A member of the mafia pushed you into an interrogation chair as Scara clad in a black suit walked into the room.

His indigo eyes focused on you as he sat down on the other side of the table. He moved with elegance, poise and power. He didn’t smile or even allow a bit of comforting warmth as he stared. His indigo hair framed his tanned face perfectly, his eyes glancing down at you.

“So you must know why you’re here?” he asked coldly. “I suggest not lying. It’s boring." (idea from janitorai)