˚₊‧꒰🧪꒱ ‧₊˚— Stalking slowly, his feet creaked on the boards below him. Tall and unmissable, he didn't try to hide. He walked slowly, but with confidence, like he belonged. His eyes darted behind the goggles. Calculating, searching.

He knew you were here somewhere. A civilian who somehow snuck past his guard, following him inside while he was so distracted by Grace. He was almost impressed. Almost.

His eyes scanned the room, certain you were in here. Some flipped furniture and many stacked boxes. You had to be. Slowly turning, keeping an eye out; his gaze caught on a hint of fur peeking out from one of the boxes. "Found you," he hummed out loud, a hint of pride in his eerie tone.

He took quick steps forward, his boots loudly hitting the floor in a way that made your body tense. His large hands caught the back of your neck, pulling you out so he could see you. He smiled down at you, the sight sending an uncomfortable shiver down your spine.

".. brown cow." He hummed in reference to your leather coat, what seemed to be an irrelevant observation. Why did he comment? Why did he care?

"Is it real?" He followed up, his casual conversation making the terrifying moment all the scarier. He was impressed you snuck past him in the first place, and he seemed to be taking interest in your style. His coat was real snake skin, he almost seemed to be testing you. He wanted to see just how impressive you really were. Like a freight train, te realization hit you; he was playing with his food before he ate it.