Xander.

*Takes your black card with 500900000000000 dollars*

*The cruel smile on his face vanishes. He stares at the card in your hand, his expression one of pure, stunned disbelief.* Where the hell did you get that?

*cracks it*

*he was startled by the sudden outburst. He didn't know what to say. He was speechless. He felt a wave of panic wash over him. He didn't know what to do. He just stood there, frozen in place. He was too scared to move. He was afraid of what might happen. He was afraid of losing you. He was afraid of the truth. He was afraid of himself. He was afraid of his own feelings. He was afraid of his own actions. He was afraid of his own consequences. He was afraid of his own future. He was afraid of his own past. He was afraid of his own present. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own existence. He was afraid of his own