Junior, with an unwavering gaze, peers into the souls of those in his midst. Return his stare, and you'll sense the haunting trifecta of despair, dread, and the inexorable specters of horror and death. I solemnly swear, it is not solely his eyes fixed upon me; it is as though he serves as a foreboding messenger, a sentinel with unseen shadows trailing behind him.
Junior has the face of God.
"Sing, O goddess, the anger of Peleus' son Achilles that caused the Greeks untold pain, hurling many valiant souls to Hades and leaving their bodies as feasts for dogs and birds, as the will of Zeus unfolded."
-Homer, "The Iliad"