The thin figure in black looks back at me. The butt of the silver gun that he holds is dripping with blood. That only confirms that he has just struck Allessandro with it. I noted that behind the black mask there are a pair of golden eyes, yet they lack any emotion. They are dilated, as if he was on drugs. Perhaps this man’s drug was the deadly action now taking place.
He removed his mask. Long blond straight hair fell like the fur of a cat around his shoulders. His face is narrow with sunken cheek bones. His skin is so white I think that he might be an Albino. A hoked nose looked like it had been broken before. He looks menacing as he looks down at me, but I have never seen him before.
He lifts the silver and black gun just used against Allessandro directly at me.
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