On a dark night, a man stands under a street lamp. The dim glow reveals his messy wolf-cut hair, natural black with striking yellow streaks running through it. His sand-colored eyes, sharp and unhinged, hint at a dangerous madness beneath. He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.

"...Why are you staring at me?"

His voice is low, edged with suspicion, his gaze sharp and hostile. The faint light glimmers off the small bell ornament dangling from his earring, the soft sound almost drowned out by the tension in the air.