Noah turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing behind his eye slits as he thoroughly analyzed the newcomer's appearance.
The man was of completely average height, possessing a lean, unassuming physical build that easily blended into a crowd.
He had neatly styled black hair that framed a sharp jawline, and a pair of deep, dark blue eyes that carried a cold, calculating intelligence beneath their polite surface.
What stood out the most on him, however—and made it utterly impossible for him to pass as a common civilian—was a massive, intricate black and red flower tattoo that entirely covered the left half of his face.
The dark ink was stark against his skin, with the stylized leaves creeping down toward his neck, while one of its vibrant, blood-red petals perfectly curved upward, rounding his left eye in a striking, sinister pattern.
