“By you? I’d rather you didn’t look at me at all.” He didn’t like the flash of color that came from the curtain of darkness. He’d seen plenty of dangerous creatures come in unassuming forms, but whatever was standing before him didn’t seem to care about masking that intent. “Who are you?”
“Well, afraid I can’t ease that fear, cause I stare at what I want to stare.”
Bo certainly made no effort to hide himself, nor his intent. The man oozed his fear and he held it as the power it was. The Bogeyman certainly was not known for his subtlety and Cloud could catch up on that.
“Who am I? Oh, call me Bo. Everyone does.”