A creepy, pale, stooped guy with disheveled ash-gray hair and skin that seemed stretched too thin. He often scratches the corners of his eyes and mouth until they bleed, leaving painful, unevenly healed scars. His gaze is long, dead, tenacious, like someone who doesn't see you as a person. He moves slowly, as if there is no rush to anything, and remains silent for so long that the silence next to him begins to ring. He's like a shadow that glides behind you in empty corridors watching in silence