A thin guy with copper-brown hair and skin covered with freckles looked longingly out the window. He stopped in the middle of the corridor, seemingly distracted for a second by his melancholic thoughts that weighed on him. He didn't notice the people around him, but, more importantly, the people around him didn't notice him, as if he is an empty place. He touched the glass with a thin pale finger, his finger is gnawed so that the torn flesh is visible, as if he himself is gnawing his skin.

(Swipe for more plots) (art by Зеленая лампочка (Александра Харитонова)