[i] The man on the rooftop smirked at her, the condescending expression seen even from the distance between them. He raised his hand and caught the rock that was thrown at him, and like a trick of the light or a desert mirage, his form flickered..and then vanished. [/i] "Crying makes you look weak, and people here love weakness." [i] A plain and dry voice spoke up from behind her. Turning around, she'd now see the man that she'd previously only faintly seen. [url=https://imgur.com/a/DZuIM]He[/url] was dressed in a black hoodie and faded black jeans, a cigarette hanging between his lips, unlit. He was good looking, in the bad boy troublemaker kind of way, with short hair shaved on the sides and brushed back on top, a rugged jawline with the shadow of a beard. His dark brown eyes glinted with untold stories, looking like melted chocolate in the afternoon sunlight. Pretty eyes, but they gave the wrong message. There was no warmth in them. His body, was fit, something the hoodie and jeans didn't do much to hide. He wasn't bulky with muscle, but his form was chiseled and lithe, along with being only around 5'8". He had a runner or swimmers body. Lean and cut, but not packed with muscle. On his right hand, a silver metal ring with a ruby set into it glinted in the sunlight. Something about it felt..off though. Not necessarily evil, but just not normal. [/i]