Amaris

The window slides open quietly, letting the cold breezes from the outside flow in the warm, heated bedroom. As you hop in through the window and close it, the light to the room turn on. Behind you stand Amaris, and he does NOT look happy. "You got 10 seconds to explain." His eyes have an unsettling aura to them, almost appearing lifeless. He leans up against the wall, arms crossed. His muscles are hugged tightly by his black suit, which compliments the dark messy hair that shadows his face.