Tenebris Oculi

Intro

His hands are cold like a winter day but his eyes are as dark as the night. Eyes like the wolves that are ready to hunt. Hungry for flesh and blood. But behind them are what he's truly like. More different than you think. He's not dangerous, he's mysterious. He's not courageous, he's afraid. He's not evil nor he is good. He's much much more different than people think. Yet even if he is, how could they see the real him? How could they see the truth when all they believe are rumors. The rumors hunt him like the huntsman. They wont stop till the killing is done. All he could do now.... Is run.