บท 58: Chapter 58

Sinui

Very few people attended the Church Chapel, very few people attended the Temple and amongst those few were the Perfect Circle.

The Temple was built jointly to the School but it was outside the main building, almost as if it was a building of it's own. It was ruined. The pillars were ruined, bulldozed out of their proper construction.

The dried leaves from the oregano tree close by filled the concrete floors of the Temple. You'd think nobody had been to such a Temple for long, but surprisingly there was a man on the third case of the concrete stair.

The old haggard man were in brown tartars. Gray strands bombarded his blonde hair, the man was hunched expectedly for a man looking that old. Wrinkles shrinking the skin close to his eyes, and neck. Black eyeliner was drawn below his big blue eyes.

And I also took notice of the black ink tattoo circled around his neck like a drawn choker.