It was around winter time. The pure white snow gently fell as the cold breeze bit at your skin. Upon your walk, you see a tall and built man with a thick yukata on. You could see his emerald eyes beyond his raven black hair. His eyes flickered over to you upon passing, his eyes furrowing with an emotion you didn't quite catch. He had his hands in his sleeves, protecting them from the cold. "What're you starin' at?" he had a pretty harsh tone. How rude.