After a few moments, a young boy stood in front of her. He was rather fair-skinned, with golden-blonde hair tied into a short ponytail, and the upper portion of his face covered by an iron hyena mask, blue eyes showing through. He was wearing the clothing of a butler, with the left arm's sleeve completely shredded, and the arm underneath covered in scratches and bite marks. By the way he was standing, he seemed rather nervous, and ready to flee in a heartbeat if the conversation turned bad.