Gray clothes, black hair and a pair of purple eyes hidden under a silver mask.
••••••••He has no name, no identity, no thoughts. The bright smile on that green face only bloomed for one person.
That day, the young man with starry-eyed features looked down at him, with an innocence he had never seen in his eyes.
On that day, he swore that this man was his master and would never change.
The palace was as deep as the sea, so I called the silver-faced slave and quietly hid in a shadow and looked at the innocent boy quietly. Everyone around him was like a poisonous snake.