Lord Hogan.

In a dimly lit room sat a handsome man, his chiselled features covered with solemnity. A mere gaze at him sent cold chills down one's spine. He casually raised his beautiful smooth hand and a brilliant sharp blade appeared in his arm. He stared at it with an unfathomable gaze but it was clear his mind ran with various thoughts that none could decipher. 

As he got lost in his thoughts, a beautiful young female with silver-grey appeared. Her hazel eyes suited her neutral personality. She patted the man's shoulder but he didn't seem to flinch. The lady simply shook her head and filed out a chair and sat beside him. 

"What do you want now?" The man coldly asked the female not sparing her glance.

Sighing defeatedly, the female stood up to live, "Ok suit yourself, Hogan."