THIRD PERSON's POV
The overcast sky shaded all the sunlight needed for living beings, producing nothing but strong gusts of wind that occasionally brought upon the sparse leaves violently, making some of them fall to the ground.
Clearly, the weather today was not in anyone's favor.
And so was the mood of a handsome young man in dark purple attire. The outer shirt shielded all but the plum undershirt's necklines that matched the hue of his sash. With a sharp turned-up nose, thin rosy lips, and an oblong face framed by dark raven hair tied up into a high half ponytail, letting down the remaining half to reach down his lower waist, the man was of aesthetic beauty.
If, and only if, he didn't have that frown on his face.
"You dare to come here and tell me you still couldn't find him?" His
