User blog comment:The Reptile King/Ask Reps Daughter Questions/@comment-30014014-20190112175645

A young man straddle forward, hands seemingly bound by something. His face us shrouded by a white piece of clothing, letting visible only the bare surface between his eyes and jaw. In fact, his entire body shelters any notion of visible humanity, all washed in a white and gray set of silk and clothing manufacture.

Between his fingers, he carries what seems to be a pen. He shakes as he walks forward, turning back for but a moment, as if to look elsewhere. Of course, he just barely makes it to the fringes of the room, judging the distance to be enough.

Rather than voice his presence, the man merely lifts his hands in an attempt to make his presence known.