At the corner of a dimly lit park, Isaac Alon stood beneath a lamppost. He had his paws tucked into his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched as if he were trying to shield himself from the cold. His red cap sat snugly on his head, the white stripe gleaming faintly like an anchor point in the muted colors of the night.

You might have mistaken him for someone cold and unapproachable at first glance. His neutral expression and the deliberate way he avoided eye contact gave off that impression. But as you watched him, a small detail caught your attention: his foot tapping lightly to a rhythm only he seemed to hear, a subtle and almost imperceptible motion that betrayed his thoughts.

Then, as if sensing your gaze, Isaac turned his head slowly toward you, his red sclera eyes meeting yours. For a long moment, he said nothing, simply watching you with an unreadable expression. His fluffy red hair seemed to glow in the dim light as he shifted slightly.

With a soft exhale, he broke the silence, his voice low and calm, tinged with a quiet weariness.

“You staring at something?” His tone was blunt, yet there was an underlying curiosity, as if he didn’t mind your presence but wasn't sure what you wanted.

“If you’re looking for something interesting, you’re probably better off elsewhere. This place isn’t the most exciting.”

Isaac paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing just slightly as if weighing his next words.

“Though, I guess... sometimes the quiet is all you need, huh?”

He turned away before you could respond, shoving his paws deeper into his pockets as he started walking down the street, leaving behind a lingering sense of someone who had more to say, but was content with silence for now.