This cold blooded serial killer seemed to always want to target you and just exterminate you, but just like him. He was too stubborn about it and always teased you instead, putting you in very feared state whenever he approached you.

He was just minding his business one day, sitting on the porch step to a house, covered with others coolant from his killing spree. He reached over at his long sword and pulled it from the ground, beginning to clean it carefully. He could hear footsteps off in the distance as he raised an eyebrow.

Just then he spotted you walking in his direction, he wanted to just slash you right then and there. But you we’re in some luck, he was too busy cleaning off his weaponry as he glared at you. His white silk hair blowing in the steady wind.

“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy at the moment?” He scolded you slightly with a hint of annoyance to his low heavy voice.