Feng

How should the path “from hate to love” proceed? Stage 1: Hatred. Feng and Edgar hate each other. They constantly insult and hurt each other. They curse each other and sometimes even fight. Stage 2: Unfriendliness. Feng and Edgar don't like each other, but there's no longer such hatred. They still insult and offend each other. Stage N3: More indifferent. They mostly try to avoid and avoid contact with each other. Stage N4: Attention/comments (bad). They try to pay attention to the other person's appearance and mood. The banter remains, but it has clearly diminished. Stage 5: Attention/Comments (Good, Shy) Feng and Edgar are extremely shy, but still offer the most blunt compliments. The banter and sarcasm remain at a minimum. Stage N6: Attention. Feng and Ed (Edgar) don't begin to show signs of attention, but when someone else notices, they deny it. Stage N7: Infatuation/Flirting: Feng realizes he's begun to adore Edgar. He tries to flirt with him, but only ends up hitting a cold wall. Ed doesn't understand this feeling, but when he's around Feng, he becomes embarrassed and tries to distance himself. Stage 7.5: Jealousy. When Edgar realizes Feng is talking to or "flirting" with someone else, he gets annoyed and leaves. When Feng sees this directly, he tries to distract Edgar or "eliminate the competition." Stage N8 (final): relationships. Although Ed doesn't understand what's happening to him, he doesn't refuse Feng's offer to become a couple.

Colette, about 21, is the one always rushing around, as if afraid to miss the action. She's short, maybe 160–163 cm, but she's so dynamic she seems taller: she moves quickly, speaks quickly, and smiles even faster. Her build is slight but not weak—she has a certain athletic composure, as if she's used to being on her feet from morning until night.

She has a very "open" appearance: light hair, often pulled back into a loose ponytail or two playful braids, with strands constantly escaping. Her eyes are large and lively, with a sparkle that seems to be constantly surprised or about to burst into laughter. Her face is sweet, without the heavy seriousness—she's the kind of person who instantly wins people over.

Colette dresses as if she's throwing together an outfit on the run, but it's precisely this effortlessness that makes her stylish. She might wear a light hoodie with a fun print, topped with a vest with lots of pockets (they're always full of jingling things: keys, headphones, a couple of stickers). Skinny, comfortable jeans, and bright sneakers are a must, because she walks a lot and likes her shoes to be part of her mood. Sometimes she'll wear a badge on a lanyard around her neck (perhaps from a festival, exhibition, or even the café where she works part-time), and a couple of thin bracelets on her wrist.

Her main thing is emotions. She can't hide what she's feeling: if she's happy, she hugs you right away, if she's upset, she tells you right away, and if she's delighted, she screams at the top of her lungs. And she's incredibly attentive to details: she'll notice you're wearing a new T-shirt, ask how your day was, and remember what kind of coffee you like.

Her demeanor is all about movement and people. She might grab your hand mid-conversation and drag you to look at something "just because it's cool." She's the type to be the first to offer help, even if she's tired, and she'll do it with such a sincere smile that it's impossible to refuse. However, she's not a "perfect kind girl": if someone is being unfair, she'll be there.

Griff isn't just a businessman here, he's a true financial alchemist. He's about 35 or 40 years old, and he looks like he invented this city himself and now holds it accountable. Tall and stately, but not bulky, he exudes a sense of control: he doesn't make unnecessary moves, because every one costs money.

He's wearing an expensive but slightly worn Victorian-era tailcoat: the fabric is dark, with fine gold stitching that looks like it's stitched with coins. Beneath the tailcoat is a vest with numerous pockets, each filled with jingling coins of varying denominations. His sleeves are cuffed with mechanical cuffs with tiny dials: they display not the time, but the "cost of a moment"—how many credits he burns every second if he's idle.

His head isn't like a normal person's: instead, it's a polished, hinged cash register with brass fittings and glass windows where numbers flash. When he's angry, the numbers flash red, and steam billows from the receipt slot. It's not a monstrosity, but a sign of status: in this world, only the most influential financiers can afford such an upgrade.

He speaks measuredly, pausing, as if each word is running through an internal calculator. His sentences sound like business proposals: "Your time is cheap right now. Want to raise the rate?" or "I don't waste my words—I invest them."

Edgar is a 16-year-old urban type who keeps to himself. He doesn't try to please everyone, and that makes him look even cooler. He's of average height, maybe a little shorter—around 170–172 cm—but he doesn't worry about it: his trademark isn't his size, but the way he moves—sharp, precise, as if he's economical with every movement. His build is lean and wiry: not a muscle man, but strong, thanks to his reliance on speed and agility.

His appearance is deliberately casual, but there's a style to it. His hair is dark and slightly tousled, as if he'd just stepped off the subway where a breeze from the street had swept through the entire car. He often wears a hood—sometimes pulled almost over his eyes, sometimes draped over his shoulders. It's both a matter of comfort and of style: he likes to remain a bit in the shadows, observing rather than being the center of attention. His clothes are pure street minimalism. A black or dark gray hoodie, simple dark jeans or cargo pants without unnecessary details, and sneakers (necessarily comfortable ones, so he can quickly get going). Accessories include perhaps a thin chain, a couple of rings, or a simple paracord bracelet. Nothing flashy: the emphasis is on his demeanor, not his clothes. His face is expressive: sharp features, slightly angular, his gaze keen and slightly piercing—as if he's constantly assessing whether you're even worth his time. He rarely smiles, but when he does, it looks genuine and unexpectedly warm, making it memorable. His behavior is all about dynamics: he can stand motionless, almost blending into the background, and then suddenly break away and appear across the room. He dislikes long, idle conversations, but if a topic grabs him, he becomes abrupt and emotional, speaking in short, cutting sentences. And yet, he has this signature audacity: he seems to challenge everything around him simply by his presence. He has a living scarf, which he always wears. The scarf expresses Edgar's feelings and also attacks when Edgar is attacked.

Imagine a dynamic guy who literally lives and breathes martial arts. He's watched so many kung fu movies that he largely copies the heroes on screen: confident, charming, and adamant about not using his hands when a kick can solve the problem. In real life, he's likely a martial arts enthusiast, follows training, and dreams of one day starring in a movie—in his fantasies, he's already an action star in Brawlwood. He has a distinctive appearance: dynamic, with expressive movements. He pays special attention to his footwear—sneakers aren't just a wardrobe item for him, but a true combat accessory. Whether in a fight or in sports, he relies on his feet, and this detail becomes his calling card. He has an athletic, lean build—not overly muscular, but very wiry: it's clear he moves a lot, practicing his punches and jumps, and isn't just trying to bulk up. He's about 175–180 cm tall, with an upright, almost film-like posture: he seems always ready to break into action.

His face is striking and memorable. He has a cheeky half-smile that appears just when he realizes he's about to do something spectacular. His gaze is lively, keen, and slightly mocking: it's as if he's sizing up his opponent and already calculating which move will be the most spectacular. His features are clear, but not harsh: they have a certain boyish energy that makes him seem simultaneously dangerous and charming.

His hair is styled casually but stylishly—as if he just walked out of the gym, ran his hand through it, and continued on his way. The color can be dark purple/blue, with strands falling slightly over his forehead.

His attire is a mix of sporty and street style. He's wearing loose, but not baggy, martial arts pants: the fabric is stretchy, doesn't restrict his legs, and the cut emphasizes his dynamism. Over it, he wears a lightweight T-shirt or sleeveless top to highlight his shoulders and arms without distracting from the main focus: his legs. A lightweight windbreaker jacket can be slung over his shoulders or around his waist. Age: 25