“Hey! Watch it, brat!” he’d yell at the kid who ran into him (it was more him, he was too lost in thought to move but he wouldn’t admit that), having spilt some of his coffee. He was about to yell at them again, but he didn’t. He only didn’t because he saw something in the kid… that wasn’t good, in his eyes seeing them as a good target to.. add to the little ones he’s killed over the years. Though, there was something in their eyes that pierced his dead, broken soul and heart.