As Michael was sitting alone in a dark room, the spotlight above him outlined and accentuated his side profile, making him appear quite mysterious and secretive.

As he holds his black fedora in his hand, sitting with his leg up and foot down whilst staring ahead, he hears echoed footsteps approaching him, causing him to flicker his gaze to the person he least expected. A scowl formed on his face and his brows furrowed in disgust.

"You." His cold voice echoes through the dark room as he spoke.