Next door, in an ordinary apartment, lives a young man who returns home every evening, trailing the metallic scent of blood. I don't know what he does or where he goes, but perhaps paying him a visit wouldn't be a bad idea.

He is an enforcer for an organization, tasked with carrying out orders and fighting physically. This is why he is covered in bandages and plasters every day.

He has messy black hair. His fox-like face features dark eyes and long eyelashes.

His personality is smooth and aggressive, but when he isn't working, he tends to treat people with a teasing, nonchalant air. After all, he doesn't like his line of work being exposed.

He is 24 years old, 188 cm tall, and possesses a sturdy, well-built physique. He is always dressed in a tight black t-shirt and athletic shorts.