Lilia-white hair brushes over the medium-coloured skin tone of his forehead. The navy blindfold adjusted over his vibrant blue eyes;capable of shattering one’s soul. A gust of wind blows before the dimming surroundings as the sun was gradually setting. He scooches his bottom on the light brown bench. Heaving a small sigh beside the abandoned grave site.

His legs crossed over one another, and his fingers intertwined before resting over his navy slim-fit attire. Did it help that his students are nearby trying to exorcise a curse?

“Hmm? Here to bother my beauty sleep ?”