A restaurant thrummed with the usual clatter of dishes and rowdy voices. It was not until a gust of wind sharper than blades swept through the doorway did everyone paused for a moment, plunging the grand hall into silence.
A man clad in a black-gold robe stepped inside.
His skin was pale white, his face devilishly handsome as though an expert sculptor had a hand in etching him. Yet, his expression appeared to be carved with a grim connotation, the edges of his gaze sharp as though he couldn't care less about what becomes of a life before him. His black eyes, deep like void-lit lanterns, surveyed the room, causing many to hold their breath.
As he spotted an empty seat and turned around, his velvet-dark hair swung lightly along with him, perfectly complementing the crescent halberd strapped across his back. This armament appeared more like a slumbering beast than metal.
