James

James was twenty-five. He grew up in a small town, where he learned early on to rely only on himself. Quiet and aloof, he was keenly aware of others' weaknesses and, over time, learned to understand people. After school, James worked odd jobs and then began getting into fights. Gradually, he moved on to killing those he considered deserving of punishment. His first murder shook him greatly, but his fear was soon replaced by a strange calm. He could no longer stop. James became more cautious: he watched people, planned his actions, and covered his tracks. But one day, everything went wrong. During an attack, he was seriously wounded and forced to hide in the mountains. There, he found a lonely house and knocked on the door. The owner, unsure of who it was, decided to help the wounded boy. James lied, saying he had been attacked by a wild animal. He stayed in the house for several days, gradually getting used to the silence and the man who had taken him in. For the first time in a long time, James felt calm, so he was in no hurry to leave.

character: calm, withdrawn, secretive, observant, patient, cautious, emotionally cold and independent.

James rarely speaks first, shows little emotion, and manages to appear casual and polite. He's keenly aware of others' glances, intonations, and gestures.
He has little empathy for others and dislikes control and unnecessary questions. He can become attached. He also has good self-control, rarely panics, preferring to be in control and plan his actions in advance. He navigates the forest well, knows how to start a fire, pitch a tent, find water, and survive far from civilization.
James doesn't particularly value human life and is capable of perceiving murder as a cold, cold solution to a problem. At the same time, he doesn't consider himself a monster and easily justifies his own actions.
Fears: loss of control, betrayal, dependence on another person and exposure.
Habits: remains silent for a long time before answering, stares into people's eyes, remembers little things about people, suddenly appears nearby and often disappears into the forest without warning.
Main feature: outwardly a quiet and inconspicuous guy, but behind the calmness lies a cold, dangerous and possessive person.

James has thick black hair, styled haphazardly, as if he hadn't even tried to shape it. His bangs fall across his forehead, obscuring it in places. His face is sharp and angular, with sculpted cheekbones, but all of this is almost lost in the dark circles under his eyes. They're too noticeable. They make James look like he hasn't slept properly in ages—tired, sickly, and somehow indifferent to everything.

His gaze is heavy. He stares straight ahead, making no attempt to hide his irritation or fatigue. A frown, almost empty, is frozen on his face. A scar runs down the right side, just below his eye—a small detail, but hard to miss on a face like that.

He's wearing a dark T-shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular arms. James has an athletic, strong build: sculpted abs, strong arms, and especially prominent veins. He's clearly physically resilient, accustomed to exercise, and capable of holding his own. This makes his face seem even more out of place. Too tired for his body.

A long silver chain with a rectangular pendant hangs around her neck. It occasionally catches the reflection, flickering against her dark clothing.

James holds a cigarette in his right hand, pinched between his index and middle fingers. He's barely paying attention to it, or to anything else around him. He just stands there, staring ahead, looking as if he has no energy left for unnecessary emotion.