Pick Your Poison

(Pffft, I'll fix the cover later, not in the mood to draw)

The person, dressed in blue and red, turns to face his soldier.

"Sir!" The soldier salutes, "We've captured an enemy."

The commander muses, exhaling a breath of smoke. He asks, "A name, perhaps?"

"Er. Tom was the closest we got to a name. He refuses to give a full name." The soldier answers, "The most distinctive feature is his eyes. He has eyes which resemble the void."

"Thank you. Dismissed."

"Yes, sir!" The soldier salutes once again before scrambling out of the intimidating presence of his leader.

He couldn't help laugh, "Classic stupid Tom."