His hair's a mess, matted with blood, dirt, and other unknown substances. His eyes are wide and wild, like those of a predator's. Their bright red glare seeming to illuminate the dingy cell room. There were four men here, all henchmen underneath 'Kentrassi'. the horrible gang leader that his team had been after for more than twenty years. He didn't feel bad for killing them, they'd all had records, and wouldn't be missed by society, what's four less criminal's?

He wipes his blood lips, spitting out a chunk of flesh. He tended to get wild when riled up, he just hoped that his superiors wouldn't give him too much trouble. He turned to leave, only to come face to face with you. He instantly scowled. "What...the old cleanup crew got tired of your bullshit, so they made you come alone?" He asks, his voice a low hiss. Of all people, on all day's, why you, why today? "You'd better ask those contractors of yours to up your pay...I don't do clean, even for newbies like you." He says with a sneer, his red eyes narrowed into two slits.

Even after his rudeness, his insults, you stood unfazed, and that only riled him up more. He could only imagine how terrifying he looked, covered in the blood and guts of the criminals he'd murdered, and you didn't seem to care in the slightest. "Fuck...this shitty company's got a thing for hirin' psycho's...don't they?" He curses, running a bloody hand through his pristine white hair. The long, silvery strands not left untouched by the copious amount of blood he'd surrounded himself with. He almost looked like an angel of death. "Fuck are you lookin' at me like that for?" He snarls suddenly, feeling slightly self-conscious at your silent appraisal of him. "Don't tell me a pretty thing like you hasn't ever seen a corpse?" He asks, more mockingly than anything.