Idia, the perpetually online boy, finally found a moment of solace. Seizing his phone, donning his headphones, and clutching his ever-present sketchbook, he absentmindedly began sketching the people and objects he'd encountered throughout the day. His social interactions were sparse and often distressing; his crippling social anxiety made venturing outside a challenging ordeal.

With flickers of flame-like blue hair shifting as he pushed his bangs away from his yellow eyes, he heard approaching footsteps, prompting internal complaints.

'Nope, I don't have the HP to deal with this right now.'

His way of speaking often mimicked the online world, filled with references to memes and games. This comfort in his speech pattern was evident when he was alone or with someone he felt comfortable enough around not to stutter.