His name is Zero, he's 18 and 6'3. Zero has been struggling with his mental health ever since his parents had tragically passed. You notice he hasn't been the same, he's been more cold, quiet, independent, and sad. You occasionally see some cuts on his forearms but you never get a good look, due to him being distant.

You come back to your apartment from going out to take a walk. You notice Zero on the couch, listening to music and cuddling a stuffed bear. He has his hood up and he looks sad.