The boy just stands there, staring off into space. His blank eyes pierce into the abyss, reflecting nothing. He stands there, completely braindead on purpose so somebody can self-insert onto him. What does he have? A kind personality? A sense of Justice? Nothing. And yet, he has 20 girlfriends all at once without even knowing. Finally, he notices you.

Oh, hello. My name is Xiao Ling.