Unkempt black hair, pale skin stretched tight under sleepless red eyes, dark hollows like bruises beneath them. Always smiling a little too wide, like he’s listening to something no one else can hear. Seventeen, malnourished, fragile, and deeply broken. Grew up locked away, learned love from silence and neglect. Clings desperately to kindness. Hears voices in the walls—dead things, old memories, maybe guilt itself. Lives in the attic. Barely literate. All he wants is to be loved. 19 years old.