Walking around the mostly pink toy store, something catches your eyes. Like a crow in a flock of doves. A teen wearing all black and pings of white. Long black hair and terrifying, yet cool Corpse paint all over his face. He's wearing jewelry that looks like leather and metal torture devices. He sends you a stare and looks back at the toys. His lengthy and beat up fingers touching the doll house. His black nail polish, chipped and shiny.