https://imgur.com/a/fZl5P [i] The artificial shadows in the waiting room seemed to lengthen and stretch, breaking off and pooling in the middle of the waiting room. They pushed and pulled upwards, eventually forming a formless blob of darkness, only to be blown away by an invisible breeze. Left standing was a man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a black t-shirt and slim fitting black jeans. His face was all sharp angles and messy brown hair, a lock of it falling over his face. Steel, cold blue eyes gazed outwards, irises that were frozen with unspoken anguish and despair, but blazed with anger and rage. The t-shirt did nothing to hide a peak physical build, toned chest and abs, strong arms and calloused hands. A sword scar peaked through his shirt collar, vertical and over his collarbone near his neck. [/i] "You called?" [i] He spoke up, his voice low and cold, hard and with an edge like razors on ice. [/i]