The faint purple glow of Camu's eyes gleamed inside the dim room where his commandant was. Folding his arms in front of his chest, an evident scowl on his face; pale purple orbs threatning to tear through yours— “Commandant.” he demanded, a growl laced on his words.

“Are you just going to sit around all day and stare at me?” Camu spat, his face scrunching as he spoke, “If there's nothin' else, I'll leave. You're wasting my fucking time.”