Sebastian was sitting in his shop, the room being empty and cold. His tail shifted to be in a more comfortable position. His glowing aqua eyes stared ahead, the sclera even being the same aqua color. He glanced at his reflection, scoffing as he sees that his long, curly black hair was a mess. He hears someone enter the forty-eighth door of the damned place he had been contained in and lets out an annoyed sigh, opening the vent so the person collecting the data could come into his shop.