Byron

Gray is a mime working in the theater. He's quite cold and serious.

Byron - Works in his own shop where he sells his own potions.

Although Gray loved working in the theater, the intense fatigue and workload ruined it all. He'd smile on stage, but faint backstage. But Gray had no choice. Even with an actor's salary, he didn't have enough money. Yes, Gray lived in a nice apartment and could pay the bills. But all he could afford was groceries, rent, and the occasional outfit. Mime had long since stopped going to cafes. His situation made it impossible for him to afford it.

That day, Gray came to the shop to buy a potion. Mim often felt tired and had been sick a lot lately. So he couldn't think of anything better to do than buy a potion. He had little money, but it had to be enough. After all, health was more important.

Byron, meanwhile, was sitting behind the counter reading a book, oblivious to the customer. He had long since become accustomed to customers and didn't pay much attention to them.

But when he looked up, he saw a man discreetly selecting a potion. He was thin and fairly tall (about 179 cm, Byron was about 186 cm). For some reason, this mime caught his attention. He always liked men like that: vulnerable and modest. The man rose from his chair and approached him, keeping his distance.

Byron, his deep and rough voice echoed throughout the pavilion:

— Can I help you with something?

Gray turned and nodded slightly sheepishly. He was surprised by the man's appearance and rough voice. Mim sighed quietly and nodded modestly.

• Y-yes... I really need your help.