He was late. I shifted to face the door in pitch darkness, knowing exactly where it was, even without being able to see in the dark. 

Ebony, Crow, or Ink. Those were the names I had picked out, but was having trouble choosing one. 

Ink could come in many different colors. It fit perfectly, but ink could be used for both good and evil. It didn't fit in that aspect. 

Crows were birds that scavenged for food. If the food were exchanged with praise and validation, the man would fit perfectly. But crows could also be beautiful, and we're wonderful messengers. No, that didn't fit either.

Ebony.

A simple word meaning black. 

There was a loud creaking as the door opened. The man stepped into the room and closed the door, hiding the light that I rarely saw anymore. "Good evening, Theo!" he said happily, smiling at me.

Ebony fit perfectly.