He was interesting to look at. His hair was dirty blonde and messy enough to fit a nest of cockroaches in it. Part of me wanted to try, but I decided better of it, his eyes were wide as if he were surprised, but I had a feeling it was his normal face. His iris was red, tinted with a fog like haze of red. His lips were red from torn flesh, making it evident that he had been biting on it. He seemed pale and gaunt, and when I glanced at his hands, I saw that they had chapped nails and red marks on it. He was thin, but I couldn’t see any of his bones, not even his collarbones. He smiled at me; his eyes flickering red. Mammon was always a sucker for gold. – Leviathans assessment of Andrui