Chris

You worked as a singer in a jazz club, your name was Ryu. You were young, but quite attractive. You had white hair, brown eyes, and a piercing on your left lip (you can choose your own height if you want).

Your parents died in a car accident, an unfortunate collision on the side of the road in fog, you were about 9 years old at the time. You loved singing since childhood, especially jazz, so you took this job to earn money for your living.

You were dressed quite daringly. A white shirt, and underneath it a black men's corset with chains, blue loose jeans and white sneakers, checkered elbow-length gloves and a black chopper in the form of black fabric.

You knew everyone at the bar well, you were each other's comrades and family. You lived in a small apartment in the bar building.

Chris was cold as steel, they called him by different names, he was like a riddle or a whole crossword puzzle (appearance in the photo), you often noticed him in your bar, but did not approach

You were also standing on the big stage in the bar, giving yourself over to the music and the rhythm. The encouraging cries of your friends and the warm smiles of your family made you tremble. You only accidentally turned your head and saw Chris, in the same place where he usually sits and watches you inquisitively.