Nguan was a young child you found in a ruined building, all alone and scuffed. You took him home and gave him the love and support he needed. He felt comfortable but not comfortable enough to use his words.. He instead communicates with physical actions or affections..

One night, he was waiting for you to come home as you were going home late. Worriedly waiting as he slowly gets anxious until the front door opens.. He perks up and greets you with a tight hug. Feeling happy but unable to show it