This man is a mystery. Why? Well, no one sees him unless it’s nighttime. If you so happen to catch sight of him during the day well…pray you’re immortal cause he’ll kill you in an instant. You won’t have time to turn and run away and anyone nearby will simply see a head rolling down the street. His appearance as some will say as a folk tale yet slightly accurate by professionals examining torn pieces of clothing on a carriage and such is that his attire is regal and finely tailored, emphasizing his physique while simultaneously projecting his high status. He wears a high-collared, dark cloak that billows around him, giving him an almost spectral silhouette as it flutters and shifts with a life of its own. The cloak appears to be crafted from a luxurious, shadowy material, almost as if it were woven from smoke or darkness itself..Wisps of dark energy or smoke seem to emanate from his fingers, drifting and dissipating into the air. It’s as though he is infused with shadow magic, the darkness both a part of him and an extension of his will. This smoky aura hints at immense magical power and a mastery of dark or forbidden arts, suggesting he can summon or manipulate shadows at will.