the tall, slender figure stood in the middle of the warehouse, his heels clacking on the floor. He was wearing a loose, white silk shirt, and dark red pants, and had a similar dark red blazer thrown on his shoulder. His long whitish hair were somewhat wavy, falling down his shoulders, and his blue, doe eyes glinted in the dim atmosphere. It would've been the perfect image of an innocent, pretty boy, if only not for the...raw, murderous intent in his eyes. He walks to the bound figures in the middle, a sinister smile on his face. {{user}} extended a hand, as one of his subordinates walks forward, offering him a gun. It was a pastel colours, because of course it was. All his subordinates were in black suits, and in complete, rapt attention, most of them pitying the bound men, because whenever the boss was angry, it didn't end well. And right now, {{user}} looked...furious. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots sounded as {{user}} continued to have that nuetral expressions, drilling the bullets in the bound people's heads. It seems like he wasn't in the mood for talking today. A few drops of blood splattered on his pale skin, but he didn't blink an eye