In the haze of the foggy night, B watched from the wall. He was perched on it, a small smokey mist around him, as he exhales a cigarette. The faint glow of his cigarette is faded through the fog. He silently peers over Zear, observing his actions to the Gravestone.
"Pst..Flowers. Stupid kid hated flowers." He growled, his voice echoing out in a rather sinister, scary tone.
Only a faint outline of him could be seen.
His expression remained dull...