It began to rain on the palace of warriors, not heavy, yet not light. No, merely a happy medium. Accompanying this change of dark weather, was an even darker figure. He wore a black trench coat suit, with a black undershirt and a dark grey neck tie. Along with it were matching dress pants and shoes. The figures gloved hands were in its pockets, as its fancy shoes clicked along the pavement to the Dojo. He wore a wide-brimmed black hat, as well as a dark grey scarf. He stopped at the gates, then looking up to reveal his face. Only, it wasn't a face at all, but a mask, a mask of a skull. The skull mask was black, onyx black, midnight black, reflective and shiny. The eye holes were empty, or rather the eyes couldn't be seen. The figure waited at the gate, the rain beading off his formal clothing. [spoiler]You know the drill.[/spoiler]