In a plain courtyard with trees unusual for the place—poplar trees—a delicate young man, an adolescent boy, was sitting on a stone stool, his hands placed on the table in front of him as he stared at them.
The boy looked around fourteen or fifteen and had long silver hair flowing down his back and deep purple eyes, with a gaze that didn't suit his age.
Behind the boy stood a man clad in full black, not a millimeter of his skin showing. Even his whole face was covered by a black mask.
The mask was made of hardened cloth and clung to his skin perfectly, so his expression could be partially seen. He was frowning while staring at the boy in front of him.
From the silence between the two, no one could guess their relationship or what had just transpired in the courtyard. A passerby could only see that the situation was dire.
Only if they saw the interaction that had just happened between the two could one know what their relationship was and what was going on.
