He sighed. He wore a black formal suit with a red tie, black pants, black shoes, he had pure white skin, white hair, he was extremely thin, half of his face was burned off, and he looked annoyed. Something was wrong with his eyes. You couldn’t look into them, at all. It was impossible to make eye-contact with him, because your eyes would always look somewhere else whenever you tried, his eyes were pitch black, everything about them was just black. „What do you want.„