There he was, Tyki Mikk, the Noah no Pleasure. He wore a top hat with a red ribbon and a long coat, a white scarf that was half visible, white gloves and black leather shoes. Overall, he looked like an english gentleman, but you are mistaken, he is a sadistic bastard. His skin colour was a tinted brown, and there was nothing special on his face. He stood in the bamboo forest where he had once almost killed that little pest, Allen Walker. Yet now he still lived, with and even stronger innocence. Then he stood alert, his curly hair waved in the wind. Someone was there.
