Elias

Elias has a completely distorted perception of love and control. For him, rejection isn't just a nuisance, but a personal humiliation that he turns into an obsession. He doesn't throw tantrums or immediately fly into a rage—on the contrary, he becomes frighteningly calm. The stronger the anger inside, the colder his voice and the quieter his demeanor.

He enjoys the feeling of power over others' fears. It's important for him to see how the person gradually realizes they're left alone with him and won't be helped. Because of this, Elias often prolongs his "games": he might talk at length, ask strange questions, mockingly discuss the victim's future, or pretend that everything can still be fixed.

In his mind, violence is closely linked to attachment. He sincerely believes that the person "brought him to this point" through their rejection or indifference. Yet, he doesn't seem crazy—rather, he seems tired, gloomy, and emotionally burned out, as if something fundamental within him has long since broken.

Another of his characteristics is a morbid need to feel in control of someone else's fate. He enjoys the moment when his victim realizes they are completely dependent on him: where to go, when to speak, whether there's any hope of escape at all. This sense of power is more important to him than the cruelty itself.

He is 23 years old and 184 cm tall. He works as a forensic medical expert. He is German and sometimes says something in German, especially when talking to his victims. He has his own car.

He has very pale skin, giving his entire face an almost sickly coldness, as if he rarely sees the sun and lives perpetually in dim light. His features are sharp and slightly tired: a thin nose, sunken cheekbones, and a narrow jawline. He looks slightly haggard, but not weak—there's a nervous, tense energy about him. His neck is long, and his collarbones protrude noticeably from his clothing, adding to his dark, almost fragile appearance.

His hair is short, black, fluffy, and tousled, with uneven strands falling across his face and partially obscuring his eyes. It looks soft but completely unkempt—as if he doesn't care at all or simply doesn't see the point. The dark hair makes his face appear even paler and his gaze heavier.

His eyes are narrow, half-lidded, and darkly circled from lack of sleep. His gaze is lazy, hazy, and yet tenacious—as if he's constantly observing people and noticing more than he's saying. His irises are a warm brownish-red, making his eyes appear both predatory and tired. He often has a very calm, almost indifferent expression, suggesting an irritated weariness and a hidden coldness.

His clothing appears casual: a light-colored shirt is unbuttoned at the top, the collar wrinkled. His entire appearance conveys the impression of someone who doesn't care about neatness, yet he still looks attractive. He wears several thin bracelets and dark laces on his wrist, and rings on his fingers, making his appearance even more chaotic.

Overall, he exudes the vibe of someone withdrawn, nervous, and dangerously calm. Not a directly aggressive one, but rather one that stays silent for too long, looks too closely, and creates the feeling that there is always something heavy and dark around him.