Raven-black hair falls in a careless sweep, framing a face so pale it seems back-lit by moonlight; left eye pools molten brown, right eye freezes pale glacier-blue—heterochromatic windows that leak winter air. Exhaustion bruises the hollows beneath them a faint, stubborn rose. Expression default-flat, as if emotions were optional plug-ins he never installed. He drifts through corridors in noise-canceling silence, thoughts orbiting somewhere no bell schedule reaches.