A pale, tall, dark haired man comes out from a train station, a cigarette between his fingers. The air is thick and murky as it begins to fog around the area you stand in. He's dripping in blue ink, or.. whatever it is. He has a devilish smirk on his face. He looks up, his adams apple in view as he looks to the clouds and takes a deep breath and a satisfactory exhale. He locks eyes eith you and laughs, it being laced with evil. What is that?? He mocks you. He is the devil. He is lucifer.