[spoiler]fuk the rules I'm sending in someone with a vendetta.[/spoiler] A man with a brimmed Galero Cardinal hat painted black soon came, he had on a duster with some ceramic/platinum plating he looted earlier underneath a black sweater. Something was squirming around in one of his cargo pants pockets as his boots stomped on the ground in a march. His blackened eyes stared at Q with a look of hatred and malice. It was Ghiaccio.