A shadow stands in a corner. The shadow seems to be a boy, though he holds unusually still. His chest barely rises and falls. His arms are crossed before his chest, one long fingered, pale hand drums fingers against his elbow. He leans against the wall and looks distinctly unapproachable.

The shadowy boy is tall. His face is pale, almost as white as blank paper. His neck and hands are the same pale. He's dressed sharply. A deep red shirt beneath a black blazer and black dress pants. His shoes are black as well, but they're running shoes, comfortable, flexible, functional.

A glittering silver rapier hangs from a subtle leather belt. The weapon is almost impossibly thin, and long enough to nearly brush the floor. The hilt is wrapped in soft leather and the guard seems to be twisting silver vines.

The boy sighs, despite the faint smile on his face. The moment he has his mouth open, sharp teeth can be seen inside. He closes his mouth quickly. His eyes drift to the floor, black pits of darkness with a near invisible ring of Caribbean blue. His eyebrows are thick, but mostly hidden by his hair. His sharp chin and nose give him the appearance of a vampire even without opening his mouth. A long, jagged scar stretches over his left eye. It begins above the eyebrow and squiggles down his cheek nearly to the corner of his mouth.

Nobody seems to notice him, but he doesn't seem to mind. He seems, instead, relieved when someone's gaze drifts over and past. He keeps his eyes and head directed to the floor. He made no eye contact.

Someone walks up to him. A Fittes agent with brown hair and a loud voice. Not much else was visible from the back. "YOU PUT US IN DANGER, DEMON!"

The boy, Demon as he was called, shrinks back, as if he could vanish. He can't, so he cowers, huddling down. He didn't reply to the agent. The agent chastising him is easily a head shorter than Demon, yet Demon does nothing to object.

"YOU NEARLY GOT US KILLED!" the agent shoves Demon into the corner, pinning him there.

The room is empty besides the two and yourself. The agent doesn't notice you, but Demon does. His fearful midnight black eyes seem to look into your mind. His faint smile is gone, his lips instead pressed into a thin line. His gaze begs you to stay, to interfere.

You slowly edge toward the door. Demon's gaze grows more desperate the nearer to the door you got. The agent turns and notices you. He gives you a small smile and waves a dismissive hand. "Everything is fine here. Move along."

You quickly duck your head and slip out the door.