Servant of Destruction
Joan went back to the Kokoro to Shinzou shop again, this time during nighttime.
There was a stark difference between visiting it with the sunlight casting away the shadows than visiting it when the darkness had fully enveloped it in its embrace. The lines of the shop seemed to go much deeper, and lights within flickered at random.
It was still open, and yet barely anyone in the streets seemed to notice. They always just ignore it, as if it is invisible until you start looking.
Like how you start seeing figures in the dark the longer you try to find one.
She inhaled deeply before entering the door, thinking 'here goes nothing'.
But to her surprise—
Someone else was in the shop. It was an old gentleman, wearing a crisp suit and holding a cane. He was very pale, from his pale white hair, to his pale white eyes and skin. But there were noticeable slightly red scars all over his body, stretching out like ferns.