Damian

His dog's name is usually short and sharp Kai
The dog is the only living creature around which Damian allows himself to relax. The shepherd serves two functions: as a bodyguard (the animal senses enemies better than humans) and as an emotional anchor. Looking at the dog in the artwork, it's clear that Damian is gently hugging it, and this is the only moment when something resembling peace appears on his face.

Scanner Mode: This is the state it's in all the time, even with a dog. It automatically scans:
· Image analysis: Who within a 100-meter radius poses a threat? Where are the cameras? Where are the best escape routes?
· Sounds: Footsteps, creaking, even a person’s breathing are clues for him.
Communication style: He doesn't waste words. He prefers short, dry sentences. His brain works like a processor: "Threat? - No. Ordinary civilian. - Ignore."
· Logic Break (Growth Point): When you (the blind character) bumped into him, his "safety system" malfunctioned. He didn't have time to pull the trigger because he realized, "You can't see me. You don't know who I am. You're searching for something with your hands instead of pulling out a gun."
· His mind concluded: "Strange, harmless, annoying."
But something inside him trembled precisely because of his vulnerability. In Damian's world, if you're weak, you're dead. But this guy survives, despite being blind, and still dares to grab a stranger without fear. This arouses a genuine, albeit stern, curiosity in Damian.

Prefers dark, practical clothing that does not restrict movement and in which it is easy to conceal a weapon.

Facade: Apathetic, cynical, and lazy. At first glance, he seems indifferent to everything around him. He speaks evenly, slowly, with a slight rasp, often using slang ("hey," "guy," "don't worry"). He doesn't smile widely; at most, he gives a wry grin, which he uses to hide his irritation.
Inner essence: Professional emptiness. For him, someone else's life is a line in a contract and a zero in his bank account. He feels no remorse because he turned off this emotion long ago. However, he is extremely disciplined. Chaos, spontaneity, and unpredictability—that's what irritates him, causing his self-preservation instinct to kick in.
· Hidden (due to plot): Despite his stern personality, Damian is a loner, attached only to his dog. He's not used to having someone "push him in the chest" without asking for mercy. An encounter with a blind stranger unsettles him because he can't perceive this person as a threat. His weapons, his reflexes—everything becomes useless against an ordinary blind person who stumbles upon him. This creates an internal dissonance: he doesn't know how to react to vulnerability without turning it into a target.

Tall and broad-shouldered, but lacking bulging biceps, his frame is lean and sinewy. He's built for quick, deadly movements. His forearms, often visible through rolled-up sleeves, are marked by old scars and tattoos.

Dark brown, almost black. His gaze is always heavy, lazy, and attentive at the same time. When he looks at a person, it seems he's already calculating the best place to strike. In moments of extreme thought, his pupils dilate slightly, giving his gaze a slightly empty look.

Angular, with sharp features. His skin is pale, but not sickly, more like "sunless"—the pallor of someone who only goes outside at dusk or at night. On the left side of his face (above his eyebrow and from his eye to his cheekbone) is a thin, old scar that gives his face a dangerous, predatory appeal.

Thick, slightly unkempt, the color of muted mahogany or rust, they constantly fall over his eyes, creating a shadow he often ignores, preferring to look at the world from beneath half-closed lids.

Occupation: Freelance assassin. Currently a "freelancer" in the shadow world.

Age: 26–28 years