A creak sounded as Evan pushed the orange door open, and as he stepped inside, his eyes widened in surprise as a curious sight greeted him.
Standing before him was a plump figure with a face that appeared to be stuck in childhood. The man's weed-like white hair stuck out in all directions, a stark contrast against his dark, brooding attire, and Evan couldn't help but feel a bit unnerved by the man's piercing gaze - those steely grey eyes seemed to bore straight through him as if sizing him up for some nefarious purpose.
The man's face was so chubby and soft that he seemed harmless enough, but Evan was on high alert as he knew that appearances could be deceiving.
Not to mention, amongst the five legendary figures who had founded the powerful imperial frost clan a century ago, only one had been known for his unkempt appearance - Darian Frost.