A cool breeze blew across my face. I stood on the lawn, which faced a deep gorge. After a minute or two, it was late, and I should go home, with the drinking glass still clutched in my hand, I turned to go back, clearly unaware, that someone was just passing behind me. So, as I turned, I got banged up with the person and whole liquid went splashing on his suit. My mouth hung open, seeing the disaster I have committed. Eyes wide with horror, I blinked for a moment, and immediately went down on my knees, so to collect the shattered pieces of the glass from the floor.“I am sorry” I said, and keeping the pieces on a bench I hastily took a napkin and started wiping the suit, still apologising for my carelessness “I am sorry,” I said again. I never looked up at the person's face, but yes, I noticed two steel rings there on his right hand’s index finger and thumb, weirdly though, he had a hairless wrist.“Leave it” came, the cold voice. The voice caught my attention. I raised my head and removed the tendrils of hair from my face, to see him properly.
His height must have been somewhere near 5’12”. Lean, slender, and black shades on his eyes, made his face half masked. He had straight wavy hair and sharp spikes near ear lobes.“I said leave it” he said, and turned to leave the place, at once.