Right, fun. He chose not to mention her somewhat obvious lackluster reaction, instead shuffling his cards away deftly and smoothly. As the second coin went into his box, he bowed soft and low again in thanks, though he saw it for what it was - an act of charity. At least she'd had the tact to actually get a reading rather than just give him a handout, although either way the clink of metal was a hollow sound. He had no need for the money, it could do nothing to alleviate what truly plagued him. To be sure, he knew of no way to fix his problem, and that in itself was terrifying and hung like a weight from his neck. It was as if there really was no hope...
Somewhat lost in his own dark musings, he didn't realize his patron had miss-stepped until a shadow appeared across his muted vision. Looking up, his eyes widened just moments before the very solid weight of another person crashed into his chest. Luckily his dead body retained its flexibility! He was still on his knees but now his back lay all but pressed against the floor, the warrioress sprawled atop him. Somewhere in the fray his protective cloth had been yanked from his face, and his hood had no choice but to follow gravity's pull and puddle on the floor behind his head. Still wide eyed with surprise, he only realized the chilling reality of his own suddenly exposed face after the opportunity to quickly cover it had passed.
His horrible secret was, at least in part, now laid bare before Kuan.
He had brown skin, something of a muted caramel color, though lacking warmer tones that would ordinarily be normal for skin. All his snow white hair was piled into a bun, but his bangs were free, sharp-cut at a severe angle across his forehead. His features were delicate, more beautiful than average, with elegant almond-shaped eyes of a lilac hue the most drawing feature. However they too were strange - like a milky film had been placed over the otherwise vivid shade of purple, his pupils opaque instead of clear and dark. Glints of silver stood out against the darker shade of his skin, dulled though it was, revealing the various piercings that adorned his face. A bridge piercing with a straight barbell, the double 'dimple' piercing in his cheeks, a small curved barbell septum piercing in his nose, and a labret with a curved barbell in the center of his lower lip. And speaking of his lip...that was where the real shock came. Starting from just below his right nostril and traveling all the way down nearly to the tip of his chin was a bloodless cut that bisected his mouth clearly on one side. It had begun to heal before he was killed, and so only a flash of tooth could be seen, but it was the fact the wound did not bleed that truly made it odd.
Now was generally the time when his heart would be racing, his breath coming in panicked gasps - had he needed either of those functions to live. Instead the panic and dread welled up in him and stuck, suffocating him with the intensity of it all, and forcing him to stare up at Kuan with a wide fear stricken gaze.
