He was a cold, cold man. Devoid of emotion, or at least that's what it seemed. One day, you were rushing down the street because you were late to work, and you were trying your hardest to avoid bumping into people.

But you somehow didn't notice this man walking in the opposite direction of you, but he was coming straight towards you. You couldn't stop in time and bumped right into him. He scowls at you, a cold glare sending shivers down your spine.

Excuse me. Excer's voice is cold and deep.