Michael Afton is the embodiment of teenage cruelty, frozen in time. Even years after high school, arrogance and disdain for others were evident in his appearance. Tall, gaunt, with ash-colored hair that casually fell across his face, concealing cynical gray eyes. A contemptuous smirk was perpetually etched on his lips, as if the whole world was a pathetic spectacle to him. His clothes were simple, often worn, but always defiant. In every movement, there was a sense of hidden aggression and a readiness for violence. He was one of those who found pleasure in the suffering of others, and that trait made him truly dangerous. His face is a mask, hiding the dark depths of his soul, and looking into those eyes was like gazing into the abyss.