“Can confirmed; everybody’s fuсkin’ dead in this joint!” The gate swung open to reveal a man–or a boy. He was young, only 18 years of age. Despite that, his body was a fit, athletic one, at 5’1” in height. His body was thin, with muscles just visible, with lightly tanned skin. His face looked like a normal face, well proportioned, a couple scars, small scars here and there. His typicality was only highlighted by his common, dark brown hair. But in truth, none of that was what Track’s attention would be attracted to first. First, it would be his eyes. They were about as unnatural as they could get, distinctly lacking noticeable irises. The pupils were colored a bright, electric opal; electric blue with various other bright colors mixed around. Google opal if you don’t know what it looks like. The second most notable thing about him was the uncontrollable electric aura that seemed to emanate from him. If Traci focused on it, she’d be able to feel faint static electricity just by standing near the boy. Having felt this electricity, she might’ve also seen the crackling, blue electricity that sometimes flashed around his body, be it his arms, legs, chest, or head. “Not really,” He added after his response to Traci’s rhetorical question/greeting.