Clover stared at you through the leaves of the trees, his long, natural white hair covering some of the patches of vitiligo on his chocolate coloured face. His pistachio green eyes glimmered with an unrecognisable emotion while he glared down at you, waiting for the crowd to disperse so he could finally kill you for money. Soft, warm hands were gripping onto the thick branch of the tree, his blade hidden as he watched your every move silently…