I saw the young man at the entrance of the stairs in the corridor.
He has a very thin figure and dark blue hair that looks soft. His skin is very white. Four connected black earrings shine on his right ear. He is wearing a pure white T-shirt. Black jeans tightly wrap his slender legs. Below are a pair of very old white running shoes. He looks like a combination of clean, bright and rebellious.
But those eyes, the pupils as black as ink, seemed to be hollowed out. They were refreshing and cool.