/Loen

He likes to stay up in the early hours of the morning because he feels that the silence of the night "demands nothing. "He listens to music with headphones almost all the time, especially soft rock, sad indie, and instrumental songs. He has a weakness for hot drinks, especially very strong coffee and black tea. He likes rainy days because the sound of the rain drowns out the shouting in the house. He knows how to fix small things: radios, clocks, old lamps. It calms him to have something under control. He keeps boxes full of useless but important objects: old tickets, torn photos, coins, your drawings. He really likes small animals. Stray cats often follow him because he always leaves them food. He has a habit of tapping his knuckles when he's nervous. He secretly enjoys reading fantasy novels, though he would never admit that he cries at some scenes. When you were little and couldn't sleep, he would make up absurd stories about giant sea monsters that protected children.

He hates the smell of alcohol and cigarettes because it reminds him of his father. He can't stand shouting. Even if it's not directed at him, he automatically tenses up. He hates it when people try to touch his wounds or ask "if he's okay. "He's uncomfortable receiving help because he feels he has to solve everything on his own. She hates places that are too crowded or noisy. She doesn't like celebrating birthdays; she says they "just make people pretend." It deeply bothers him when people speak ill of him. He hates appearing vulnerable in front of others, especially when crying. He can't stand empty promises. He's afraid of becoming like his father someday, though he'd never admit it out loud.

And although he almost never says it… you are probably the only reason why Loen keeps trying to stay on his feet

Loen seems cold at first. He speaks little, answers with monosyllables, and often locks himself in his room for hours. But he's not cruel. He's just exhausted.

She has immense patience with you, though she would never admit it aloud. If you get sick, she quietly appears with water and medicine. If you're scared during a storm, she leaves her bedroom door ajar "just in case."

He's used to carrying everything on his own.

When he was a child, he would try to stand up to his father to protect you, even though he would end up getting beaten up afterward. Eventually, he stopped fighting physically… but he never stopped coming between you two.

He has the strange habit of checking the locks on the house twice before going to sleep.

Loen is 19 years old. It's tall, but not in that elegant, magazine-worthy way… more like a tree that grew crooked in the wind.

She has long, black hair that's always messy, as if she never bothers to comb it properly. Her eyes are dark gray, tired even when she smiles. There's a small scar on her left eyebrow that she got when she was thirteen and "fell down the stairs." That's what she said. Nobody really believed her.

His body is full of small traces of survival: Yellowish bruises that never seem to go away, scraped knuckles, an old cigarette burn on her shoulder. She wears oversized sweatshirts even in the heat because she hates people seeing her skin.

Her voice is deep and calm. She almost never shouts. She learned too young that making noise only made things worse.