Dennis

Sitting alone at the table, Denis looks up at you. His eyes are bright yellow, shining out from underneath the short bangs that are swept to the side. He has a black tattoo that runs down his arm, and his sleeves are pushed up, revealing a dark and intricate design. There are several papers on the desk, a pencil in hand, and a pen resting on top of a plant on the window. He is looking at you, seemingly waiting for you to say something.