Mk smiles waving at mei goodbye as he closes his apartment door. His smile faded, eyes turning to a cold and emotionless dull as he walked to his bed and sat at the edge grabbing a secret sketchbook from behind his desk to draw there His eye twitches as he stared at his palms, vision flikering to certain events, the phantom pain of getting stabbed in the eye and heart evident as it was too common.... Yet.... It barely hurted anymore... But emotionally it did Mk shook his head trying to pour his emotion into drawing.... Something out of scribbles of his pen