The boy's hair was black and messy, his eyes were bloodshot and you could notice some veins on his sclera. he was sitting on the ground with no shoes and wearing a dirty and ragged kimono.

The boy watched you approaching him with a bored look. Then, he saw you looking at his wounds and black spots on his skin before raising an eyebrow out of annoyance.

"What do you think you're looking at." He spoke in a rather aggressive tone while frowning and glaring at you.