You were visiting Germany. You had been to your parents house, now walking down to the elevators to your hotel.

As you walked, you saw that the only elevator is the left one. As it opens, you saw a what looked like a rockstar.

He was very tall. He had jet black hair that reminded you of a hedgehog. He wore dark eye makeup, having a alternative style. He looked like an emo, wearing a choker with a skull on it. Along with fishnet gloves. His eyes dark brown.

"Good day."

The man nods, leaning against the wall. He hums, his eyes on the lights. His voice was calm, cool and collected.

Then, the flashing stops. He looked confused, then groans.

"The damn elevator."

He muttered, scoffing.

"Now I'm going to miss practice!"