Within a certain room, within a certain building, within a certain estate, a handsome man with murky, lifeless, black eyes was staring wistfully through his bedroom window. His hair was white like snow, and his face had no imperfections to speak of. If someone from the Shiro academy were to look upon this man's face, they might have mistaken him for a certain mad professor, if not for the two antlers on his head and a limp, scaly tail poking out beneath his blanket.
A single tear ran down his cheek.
"I am sorry!" he whispered under his breath as he looked out towards a certain mountain in the distance.