The voice caught me off guard and I turned to see a rather odd sight. A man dressed all in white, wearing what was clearly a very pricey business suit, looked me over as he played with a metallic object in his white-gloved hands. Amidst all the production tools, and the layers of dirt they produced, he looked like a clean spot amongst a pile of dirty rags. To add to his all white clothing, the man also had white shoes and white hair, which was slicked back and perfectly symmetrical. He seemed to be the embodiment of order, from the neutral look on his face to the very straight way he stood. It was very hard to gauge how old he was, as his face looked quite young in contrast to the white hair. I thought about appraising him but stopped short of actually doing so. If there was a place with items that stopped appraisal, this would be the one. It would be best not to start myself on the wrong track. I introduced myself while absentmindedly petting Kuro, who was still nestled on top of my head.
