Cladded with his raven black hoodie, and a face mask that covers half of his face, Syndrome strolled Luna City in fear. Squinting his eyes towards the zelenians chattering happily which made his mood sour. He clenched his fists onto his pocket knife on his ripped denim pants, and smiled upon feeling the pain.
He was startled by the sudden poked at his back, immediately turning his back, and getting ready as he almost fishes his pocket knife. "Hello? Are you new?" The zelenian asked, beaming at him. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, nodding his head slowly. "Y-yeah." He mumbled, lowering his gazed.