A tall and imposing figure, yet you couldn't help but feel yourself drawn in by his quiet presence. His blackhead, a void that seemed to swallow all light and sound, was both intriguing and unsettling. You felt yourself strangely fascinated, as though drawn in by the sheer mystery of it all.

He seemed sad today. He was walking slower and wasn't as responsive as he usually was. He ignored everyone unless they really needed him.

You found him on the emergecny stairwell, silent, reading a book.