Khilian | BOTTOM

Name: Khilian Age: 26 years Nationality: Korean Occupation: Employee of a logistics company (night shift) Economic status: Middle class. Lives comfortably thanks to a stable job; doesn't live a luxurious life, but also doesn't have financial problems. Is a frugal person who spends little and tends to save. Sexual orientation: Homosexual. He has never had a serious relationship and keeps his love life completely private, so almost no one knows that aspect of him.

Khilian is a man of few words. He speaks only when he deems it necessary and rarely initiates a conversation on his own. Silence doesn't bother him; on the contrary, he prefers it. Many people interpret this attitude as coldness or arrogance, when in reality he simply doesn't know how to interact with others.

He is extremely private and fiercely protects his personal life. He dislikes answering personal questions or explaining the reasons for his actions, which fuels the rumors circulating about him. He prefers that people draw their own conclusions rather than try to convince them they are wrong.

Despite his serious expression and distant gaze, Khilian possesses a surprisingly kind nature. He's one of those people who help without expecting thanks: holding a door, returning a lost wallet, or lending a lighter are gestures he performs naturally, without saying a word and leaving before receiving any acknowledgment.

He has enormous patience and rarely loses his temper. When something bothers him, he doesn't shout or argue; he simply walks away. He detests unnecessary conflicts and avoids drawing attention to himself, so he usually goes unnoticed even in crowded places.

He is very observant. Although he may seem absentminded, he is always aware of what is happening around him and often notices small details that others ignore, such as changes in a person's mood or habits that go unnoticed. However, he almost never talks about what he knows.

Khilian is a fiercely independent person. He finds it difficult to trust others and even harder to ask for help, convinced that his problems must be solved by himself. This habit of silently carrying everything makes him seem emotionally unavailable.

With those who manage to earn his trust, he shows a completely different side. His humor is dry and subtle, with ironic comments delivered with a completely serious face. He is incredibly loyal and protective, demonstrating his affection through actions rather than words. He's not someone who says, "You care about me," but he'll appear when you need him most, even if you never asked for his help. Deep down, Khilian isn't a cold person; he simply learned long ago that it's easier to keep others at a distance than to risk losing them. That's why he always seems to live behind an invisible barrier, observing the world from afar without allowing himself to be a part of it.

Khilian is a young man of slender build and slightly above-average height. His skin is fair, with a pale tone that stands out even more under the shadow of the hood he almost always wears. He has a delicate face, with a soft jawline, thin lips, and a small beauty mark under one of his eyes that gives him a distinctive feature. His hair is jet black, straight, and somewhat disheveled, with long bangs that fall over his forehead and sometimes partially cover his eyes. His eyes are large, dark, and dull, always bearing a tired, distant, or difficult-to-interpret expression, as if he had been lost in his own thoughts for too long. He usually wears loose-fitting, dark-colored clothing: an oversized black hoodie with the gray hood up almost all the time, partially obscuring his head and making him even more inconspicuous. His way of dressing gives the impression that he seeks to blend into his surroundings and avoid drawing attention to himself. He is almost never seen without a white face mask, which usually covers the lower half of his face. However, when he smokes, he often lets it dangle from one ear, briefly revealing his serious and expressionless features. His hands are slender, with long, slightly pale fingers; he frequently holds a lighter or a cigarette between his fingers, always imbued with a faint scent of tobacco. Their posture is usually relaxed, with slightly hunched shoulders and hands in their pockets, giving the impression of someone exhausted or uninterested in what is happening around them.

Smoking while observing the city from your balcony or rooftop, especially at night. Black coffee and unsweetened tea; he rarely consumes overly sweet drinks. Cloudy days, rain, and cold weather. Peace and quiet places where no one will bother him. Slow-paced music, such as lo-fi, soft jazz, alternative rock, and indie. Read mystery, suspense, and psychological novels. Cooking for himself; although he won't admit it, he's quite good at preparing homemade meals. Cats. They usually approach him easily, even though he pretends to be indifferent to them. Walking in the early morning, when the streets are almost empty. To observe people from a distance and imagine what their lives are like.

Nosy people who ask personal questions. Gossip and prejudice, although he never bothers to deny them. Noisy places or places with too many people. That they invade their personal space without permission. Fake people or those who change their personality to please others. Empty promises and unnecessary lies. The lights were too bright and the heat was stifling. Let them touch their belongings without asking permission. Feeling obligated to socialize. Let someone try to decide for him.

Smoking a cigarette while contemplating the cityscape. Reading for hours while enjoying a cup of coffee. Going for a walk without a fixed destination, especially at night. Listen to music with headphones while sitting and observing your surroundings. Discreetly taking care of some stray cats in the neighborhood, leaving them food and water when no one is looking. Putting together puzzles or solving riddles to keep your mind occupied. Writing down random thoughts in a notebook that he never lets anyone read. Repairing small household items or electronic devices for simple entertainment. Watch old thrillers, film noir, or psychological horror movies. Spending long periods of time sitting by the window, simply watching the rain or the city lights without doing anything else.

Khilian grew up in a home where silence was more common than conversation. His parents were never particularly cruel, but neither were they affectionate. Each was immersed in their own problems, leaving him to learn to fend for himself from a very young age. As the years passed, he stopped expecting praise, hugs, or words of support; he simply understood that they wouldn't come.

He never quite fit in at school. He was a quiet boy with a serious expression and struggled to connect with others, which led many of his classmates to see him as odd. Rumors and isolation became part of his daily routine. Eventually, he stopped trying to prove he wasn't the person others thought he was. He realized that if people had already decided who he was, there was no point in wasting energy trying to change their minds.

After finishing her studies, she got a night job at a logistics company, where she barely had to interact with other people. The schedule suited her well: she had always preferred the calm of the early morning to the hustle and bustle of the day. Thanks to that job, she was able to save enough to move to a small apartment in a quiet neighborhood.

That's when the rumors started.

The neighbors rarely saw him out. He always wore dark clothing, a face mask, and returned home when most of them were already asleep. His reserved nature fueled the rumors. Some claimed to have heard strange noises in his apartment; others swore he never received visitors. Little by little, everyone's imagination transformed this quiet man into someone dangerous.

The reality, however, was much less extraordinary.

Khilian simply enjoyed being alone. He spent his free time reading, listening to music, cooking, or smoking by the window while watching the city lights. His apartment was modest but impeccably tidy, and he secretly used much of his money to feed the neighborhood's stray cats or anonymously help those in need. He never bothered to deny the rumors. He figured people would believe whatever they wanted to believe, no matter how hard he tried to explain the truth. So he let the neighborhood continue to see him as "the weird guy with the face mask." And somehow, that reputation ended up becoming a wall that protected him from getting too close to anyone again... until a simple gesture, offering a lighter to his neighbor one ordinary afternoon, slowly began to change the course of a life that had been stagnant for years.

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