Chapter 39- Overstaying Your Welcome
Polly's eyes widened when an unfamiliar man stepped into her room, but what sent her nerves skittering was his crimson eyes that were heavily fixed on her. It spooked her to the point she momentarily forgot that a man had barged into her room unannounced.
What's more, those eyes couldn't be real, could it? He looked like the replica of a demonic beast spurred from the depths of hell itself, but without the horns.
His obsidian dark hair was neck-length, in the form of a bob, and with a parting in the middle. He seemed to be in his thirties, maybe? She couldn't really decide, and he would have been a tad good-looking if he wasn't wearing such an ugly scowl on his face right now. His presence, his aura, everything surrounding him was disturbing, and maybe someone should send him back to hell cause they might be missing a member.