The mysterious towered above them like an eerie shadow. He was tall, way taller than anyone he had ever seen in the place. His only rival is Magenta. Conrad could compare the two and it would be close, but Magenta would still lose.
Why he was so fixated on a stranger's height was also a question he'd like an answer to. Perhaps his current state was finally getting to his mind.
At any rate, at his current state it was difficult to make out his full appearance. However, his vision cleared enough just to make out the sharp lines on the man's face and that sharp jaw. He had short jet-black hair. Blue eyes like glaciers under starlight.
And that coat he wore was an all-consuming darkness that went hand in hand with his hair and demeanor. Because even when looking at Connie's current condition, his expression didn't falter at all.
For a moment, he could have sworn that he saw Fern, but once his eyes cleared, that wasn't the case.
So that begged the question…
'Who is that?'
