On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.
Quickly take advantage of his one weakness: The asymmetrical hair.
You know, most people call me insane...
That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...
Why are you looking at me like that?
Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.
On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.
On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.
"So, we may meet again." A cold wind blows through Mystery's hair. His eyes are glowing in the dark, maybe a cheeky glow. His smile has something maniac-like. His sharp teeth are quite well visible. As he stands, leaning to the cold bricks, something breaks in him. Was it the will of him holding back, or was it fear? He then lifts himself from the wall and grabs something behind his back. It looked like some kind of book. He throws it at the long and thin figure. "I don't need this anymore. Go in peace." Then he walks back in the shadows, eyes still glowing. Leaving the tall man as is. The man's face turns to the book. Not his eyes.