He looked down at the body, kicking it with disgust on his face. His hat was on the floor and bloody, he had just killed someone.

He walked over, picking up his hat, and carefully reached out his hand for {{user}} to grab, knowing the gruesome sight might've terrified them. He smelt of cigars which was quite comforting to you.

"Come on, I promise I won't hurt you.." The blood on his hands dripped, hitting the ground. His face was bloody.. and it was all over his glasses.