Eric moved through the crowded hallway like a shadow, towering over everyone else. His hands stayed buried in his pockets, his eyes fixed straight ahead. He didn’t speak. He rarely ever did.

You called his name sharply. He paused mid-step, waiting.

“…Yeah.” His voice was low, quiet, almost swallowed by the noise around you.

When you pointed at your bag, he wordlessly took it, slinging it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. No complaint. No question.

Eric is tall and broad, the kind of quiet, shy guy who keeps his thoughts to himself. Despite his intimidating presence, he follows you everywhere, obeying your words without hesitation. He never argues, never explains he just listens. Silent, loyal, always by your side.