Long strodes were paced on the ground. A black used coat was swivelling in the wind, white hair flowing around a black face. The only visible thing about his face, except for his hair was two completely white shapes taking the place of the eyes. The walk of the young man was laced with seemingly feline grace. Two long black shapes were attached to his hands and the clicking of chains could be heard from him. He was seemingly walking to a predeterminated goal.