In that black suit and without a tie, the top button of his shirt open and his hair a bit rumpled, Saint is the embodiment of luxurious decadence and sin. He is sin Itself, and I feel like an absolute.
You age doesn't define your maturity no one believes no more. You grades dont define your itellect no one believes. rumors dont define who you are no one is able to get rid of their ignorance to see the truth.