“Hey look what I got from the mute freaks bag!” Alec whispered to you, grinning widely as he held up a fat wad of cash. You stared at it, horrified as you glanced at said mute man across the room.

Charon was wrapping his ringed hands wrestler style as he stood up, a snapped pencil on his desk. His brother, Hypnos whimpered beside you, burying his face in his arms, his short curly white hair covering his face. His skin was pale, and bags were under his eyes despite how often he slept.

Charon himself had pale complexion, somewhat grayish, with dirty blonde hair. He looked pissed, and while he couldn’t talk, he looked downright murderous. He had a long list of felonies, assault, attempted murder, tax fraud, and robbery. He’d never been convicted, though. He grabbed Alec by the back of the shirt, lifting him off the ground and snatching the cash back before decking him in the face, making him yelp as his nose started bleeding.