(Will your love be reciprocated?)

You were waiting for the presence of someone at a crossroads in the cold fog, you waited for a while, until your vision began to make out a shadow walking through the fog.

A tall and thin boy with very pale skin, black clothing and black hair, he had piercings, his lips were red like blood and his eyes were white and empty.

The handsome man stops at the intersection where you are, patiently waiting for your question while looking ahead.

"..."