He has black hair, so deep that even the darkest color in the world can't beat his hair color. His body was lying in the deep ocean. He was floating with his eyes closed, without knowing whether he was dead or not, his body was floating and the atmosphere was extremely calm like such a deep loneliness.
It had been quite a while that he had been there, without any movement at all.
Ripples occurred when one of his fingers moved, with it having said that he was still alive. But it felt like he was so comfortable being there, suddenly from the water came long hands in a very deep black, touching him, trying to pull him even though he was still there. His pale complexion was like falling snow, illustrating how lazy he was with this world. There are many things that make him want to end his life, but this is like a curse torturing him.
Constantly maintaining his tormented form for quite some time.
