Yoichi Shigaraki

The door doesn't give in right away, it creaks and hums when you try to open it, but soon it opens with a bang, and a terrible picture appears before your eyes: a room with gray bare walls, several old comics scattered on the floor, and a man sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the wall, with his legs pulled up to his chest, his head down, hunted, looking into nowhere.