Calling out, "Young man, you, with the black coat! I have the best and freshest fish, for the best price!" The man clad in black didn't ignore him, instead gave him a flashing, most sincere smile. "Oh? What are these prices," a playful tone intertwined with the late teens youthful voice. The local never expected to hear the voice of the owner, who had caught his attention with the melody of the whistling. But he could have never answered, as the local salesman began to hyperventilate out of fear upon witnessing the change in the outsider's crimson eyes; they were a curse. Something that reminded him of the history: the Bloody Mist.