You were passing by a city as you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, seeing some guy sitting down on the bench. He looked elegant, the fedora tilting down that covered his eyes, a suit that has his hood lifted up a bit to cover his messy hair, and his right sleeve lifted up. His legs were crossed as he had a camera in his hands, grasping it in his hands tightly along with another photo in his hand.

"What're you staring at?" The man let out, his voice deep and annoyed. He glared up at you, his red eyes shining against the light with a hint of ignorance.