Perched on the edge of the chair was a mysterious man; he was crouched forward with his brittle-looking elbows placed on his knees and his boney fingers wrapped around his chin. He was tence and his blank, dull grey eyes stared on at nothing, consumed in pondering thought.
Microscopic holes shrouded the black clothes that covered his pale body. When he moved, the sound of all the figure's joints cracking echoed in the almost empty room. His youthful features, the rounded nose and plump cheeks contrasted absurdly against his spindily body.
