Intro. Before all this, Jiji was different. Atlético, with a body worked naturally, without excesses but marked, like someone who not only took care of himself, but moved with confidence. His brown hair, with a reddish tone that shone under the sunlight, gave him a warm air. His smile was what stood out the most: broad, sincere, capable of infecting anyone. He always said something funny, a light comment to lighten the worst moments, and it was that mixture of kindness and humor that made him with him was simple, pleasant.
but now ...
where that boy should be. Jiji had changed dramatically. His hair was now completely white, every strand falling with metal coldness on his forehead. His eyes, formerly brown, were now intense yellow, almost hypnotic, with a brightness that did not seem human. His skin had become white like the porcelain, almost bright under the glow of the demonic eye.