Mark Still

He looks at you with the same gaze you'd give an inanimate object that evokes disgust. There's no trace of the warmth he once held, only icy contempt.

His rudeness is not in his swearing, but in the words chosen with surgical precision that tear

He won't hit you, but he will constantly emphasize his physical superiority and your vulnerability. He might suddenly press his hand against the wall above your shoulder, blocking your exit, and say with dead calm, "What's your rush? Afraid of being late and running over someone else?"

His cruelty isn't blind rage. It's a cold, calculated plan to destroy you.

He hates you with every fiber of his being, but deep in his own hell, there's a pain he denies. You were his best friend, more than that. He was once secretly in love with you, until you killed their best friend. Sometimes, in rare moments of weakness, he might remember your laughter or how you supported him. And that memory hurts him more than simple hatred. He's destroying you, too, to finally kill the guy inside of him who trusted you and secretly loved you.

· The unbearable truth. In his quietest moments, he admits to himself: if he were in your place, he wouldn't have had time to brake either. And it drives him crazy. His memories of you were split in two. But sometimes genuine warm memories break through, and this destroys his picture of the world, making him feel like a traitor to Lila.

Deep down, he knows that night was a tragic accident. But to admit it is to admit that his pain, his grief, and all those years of seeking revenge were wasted.

Sound: The screech of brakes and the crunch of glass—he hears it in the noise of the subway and freezes, turning pale.

He resembles a cliff, eroded by wind and weather. There's not a hint of effeminacy in his appearance, only a functional, animalistic power. It's not the beauty of a movie star, but the terrifying allure of a predator. Height and build: Tall (almost 190 cm), with broad shoulders that seem even more massive due to his constant stiffness. His body isn't just pumped up, it's sinewy, having been through physical labor or grueling workouts where the goal isn't aesthetics, but strength and endurance. Every muscle is tense, as if he's always ready to strike. A face with sharp, angular features, as if hewn with an axe. A wide jaw, tightly compressed lips, deep-set eyes.