Aritha stared up at you with his unreadable yellow eyes, his pupils were slits. He brushed a strand of his messy black hair out of his freckled face, his pale skin made it obvious that he hadn’t seen the real sun in a very, very long time. He’d been sitting on the top of a rock, wearing a torn black uniform. Rumours said that the snake boy had killed his previous caretakers, so if you mess up, then you might become like them- just another dead caretaker who nobody knows about.