It was a thin man wearing black clothes, with slightly long black hair, and a big silk bat-shaped black mask on his thin and pale face. Some curly hair hung down from the side of the black fedora, looking mysterious and charming.
Then she met his eyes at that moment.
Those were probably the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, she thought.
Clear and helpless, like a deer from the forest, stepping into human territory for the first time, cautiously afraid of being hurt.
She saw the sadness and a panicked soul hidden deep in those dark brown eyes.
Just like herself.
She clearly saw her reflection in his pupils, pale, thin, helpless, fragile but stubborn.