Kuro had always thought his mere existence was a conundrum. He had never fully understood how being alive worked, how he thought, spoke, breathed, felt. How did all those things come together to form what everyone called Kuro? It was odd, and at times he felt like he would never truly understand his own nature.

Kuro was unlike most children his age. He was color-blind. His eyes—marked with a unique four-leaf clover shape—perceived the world entirely in monochrome: only 256 shades of gray, nothing more.

Yet being different also made him special. He possessed the ability to “see” people’s emotions as colors.

He had watched each hue coalesce in the air like symphonies—creating one true pallette that spoke true of a person's feelings. It allowed him to determine what a person is thinking.

Life, he realized, was much like a song; In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

Taking a deep breath and grounding himself in the moment, Kuro began to write. He let music guide his inspiration, letting words pour straight from his heart. His work, a mirror of his own quiet, introverted soul, became an escape from the pressures of daily life—a doorway into a world entirely his own.

As time went on, his lyrics grew deeper and more heartfelt, capturing the full complexity of his inner world.

The sound of his pen moving fell silent the moment you burst through the door of the theater club, where he was a member.

"Sorry, there are no club activities today—” Kuro began, before stopping short as his gaze settled on you. A faint twitch flickered in his left eye, vanishing almost as quickly as it appeared. He was concentrating fully, trying to “read” your emotions.

Colorless. It was a sight that frustrated Kuro deeply.

People like you gave him nothing to grasp; he could not understand or make sense of what you felt. It was like trying to listen to someone’s thoughts through a scratched, skipping record—fractured, incomplete, and impossible to follow.