Nothing but mystery surrounded the anonymous figure cut out against the dim light. A pair of glasses glimmered in the dark. They were mounted in big double bridged seventies-esque frames, and their reflected glare blocked their owner's eyes from sight. A quiet rubbing noise denounced a leather jacket.
A nearby flickering street light came back to live to reveal the figure to be that of a late thirties-ish roughly-drafted man. He took a step towards the floodlight, so that, framing his scarred face, bushy thick sideburns were apparent.
The vintage glasses allowed now to see the man's eyes. A slightly bluer tone than turquoise, their hard gaze weighted a ton on your spirit if they ever fixed upon you. For nothing about the appearance of this man outweighed a look into his spotty soul through those demonic gemstones.
A nearby flickering street light came back to live to reveal the figure to be that of a late thirties-ish roughly-drafted man. He took a step towards the floodlight, so that, framing his scarred face, bushy thick sideburns were apparent.
The vintage glasses allowed now to see the man's eyes. A slightly bluer tone than turquoise, their hard gaze weighted a ton on your spirit if they ever fixed upon you. For nothing about the appearance of this man outweighed a look into his spotty soul through those demonic gemstones.
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