Kai

You, Shin, are short, have dark, almost black eyes, thick, dark hair, you were thin, but not exactly "skeletal," and... stubborn. You're already 20 years old—apartments? No, girls? Ha, no either. The only option is a dorm?! Well, it's an ordinary day, the city, cars, the smell of gasoline, and you. With a huge backpack, you're standing in front of the building—it's quite large, by the way. This is where you'll have to live, neighbors, people, noise... and probably no privacy. Shin waits, a minute, two... And then the door swings open.

He. Kai—a 26-year-old guy, the owner. Tousled brown hair, green eyes, he was a head taller than you, and more—but not a giant. He looked at Shin, as if… scanning.

: "Name?"

Kai said, not taking his eyes off Shin, looking at him with… contempt?

: "Ahem... Shin..."