"Hello brother,"
"What…" His words couldn't leave his throat.
'This is my brother?' Michael thought.
He eyed the boy that was his brother up and down.
He noticed that Sam had the same black hair, which was quite rare in this time and age, as himself and his mother.
He had a pair of scarlet eyes, the kind of which can only be described with the word "demonic". The kind which will get you addicted to it if you keep looking at them for too long.
He had a deep yet fresh voice, not the kind one would expect a singer to have but still, you couldn't be bored listening to it all day.
His stance oozed off an aura of superiority. Like he viewed the whole world as something beneath him.
The Academy doesn't have a uniform except for P.E. so the black-haired boy was wearing casual college clothing. Black tee and blue jeans.
Plain as they were, he was still looking like something out of the world.
