[i]Indulging in one's natural instinct.[/i] [i]A full moon hung over the starry night of the Dojo, as all went to their beds or in some cases still in bars. However, this story takes place nearby. In the barren...ville of Dojoville not a single soul was to be seen, as it had been purged time and time again by either crazy people with a thing for skinning, or full blown invasions. However, one did lurk in the shadows, as he did every night. He had light blue hair that cascaded down to his neck and had been trimmed on the top, black pupils with a hungering look within them, though covered by his cherry red glasses, with the glass itself tinted to a dark orange and a sharp, angular face pale as the moon. His clothing style was somewhat eccentric, being a dark green duffel coat that ended at the middle of his shins, it had merely 4 buttons on it which closed at bottom of his ribcage and stomach rather tightly. The cuffs were rolled back once, showing off the brown leather gloves he had on. Underneath the duffel coat was a brown turtleneck with two golden rectangles on the neck Then he wore simple dress pants of a dark green color, along with brown and green loafers. He was merely waiting...waiting for something.[/i] [spoiler]Open. Ghiaccio is indeed back.[/spoiler]