He walked slowly and deliberately
Each step had a purpose
Each step brought him closer to the means to an end
His eyes were dark and serious
People looked into them and only saw a chilling layer of ice
His mouth was formed into a tight and grim expression
He didn’t like to waste words
People called him angry and aloof but it wasn’t his fault he was like that
He used to care too much about the world around him
That same world made him like this
Over and over again he was subjected to pain and disappointment
Finally, it got to him and he changed
His smile ceased to have its day
His blood begin to freeze
His steps became precise
His eyes now shot a menacing glare
He became cold-hearted