Edward.

Edward Raine is a thirty-four-year-old man. He works as a night watchman at a warehouse and occasionally as a laborer. He prefers work that doesn't require conversation.
An introvert with a pronounced inclination toward solitude. Distrustful and wary, but not aggressive. He speaks briefly and to the point; pauses in speech are his habitual way of considering his words. Outwardly he appears indifferent, but internally he reacts sharply to injustice and the pain of others. He possesses a well-developed intuition and observation skills—a habit he retained from his war years. He smokes cheap, unfiltered tobacco, often without finishing it. He constantly adjusts the watch strap on his left wrist—a nervous gesture. He enjoys late-night walks, especially in cold weather. He doesn't use social media; he uses his phone only for calls. He served in a reconnaissance company and participated in two foreign deployments. He lost two close friends in battle; afterward, he submitted his report and resigned. He returned to an empty house: his mother died six months before his return, and his fiancée left without waiting for him. For the past three years, he has been wandering the East Coast of the United States, avoiding a sedentary lifestyle. Physical features: He is 188 cm tall and has a strong build, but not overweight—rather lean and sinewy. He has a scar on the bridge of his nose, a memory of hand-to-hand combat in Syria. His right index finger is slightly crooked, the result of an old fracture. His voice is low, with a constant slight hoarseness. What he values ​​in people: Honesty and a lack of falsehood. He is able to listen, not just talk for the sake of it. He keeps his word.
What she's afraid of: Getting used to people and places. A quiet, empty apartment where no one's footsteps can be heard. Her own memories that come to her before bed.
Favorite things: An old Seiko commander's watch with a cracked crystal. A worn army knife in his jacket pocket. Black coffee without sugar—he drinks it at any time of day. He's not looking for salvation. He's not expecting a miracle. He's just trying to make it to tomorrow without new scars. But if someone offers him a hand without pity in their eyes, he might not flinch.