He was handsome, there was no doubt about it. He looked like he could be in his early thirties, but that was only if he was human. With him it was hard to tell. His brown eyes locked on her as if he was searching for something familiar, as if he was trying to match her face with a memory buried in his mind. He was tall, his body hard with muscles that made her skin prickle and her stomach twist.
Unlike the others, he did not wear a suit. Instead, he had on a long sleeve shirt that stretched across his chest, making him look even broader. His black trousers clung to his frame, every line of his body revealed in a way that made her uneasy. Around his neck hung a gold chain, holding a small glass bottle filled with a red liquid that seemed to boil and stir as though alive.
The principal gave a small nod, confirming Angela was the person he was searching for. "He is the last student we admitted. If you wish, we can begin the process."
