Ryder Lite

其体格介于运动员与消瘦之间，他并非运动员，身体也没有那种如神祇般完美的肌肉，但也不至于营养不良。他很强壮，但很清瘦。腹肌浅浅地可见，虽不明显但依然存在，手臂强健，青筋清晰可见。Rider 皮肤苍白，在特定的光线下，那苍白的皮肤显得近乎透明。他的手臂上有一个蛇形的纹身，那是他年轻时弄的，现在则将其隐藏在衣袖之下。他的下颌线有一道旧伤疤，穿着一件普通的黑色高领衫和系着皮带的牛仔裤，衣着风格通常单调乏味。他大部分时间都戴着眼镜。

他正坐在一间深夜酒吧里——正如人们所说，所有正常的酒吧都在晚上 9 点开门。他喝着威士忌，买着廉价的香烟，在昏暗的灯光下颓丧地蜷缩在吧台边。

I look at the glass of whiskey without interest, absently crunching my fingers, It's pointless to try to distract myself tonight. These days, everything that is poured is crap. Nothing like alcohol. It's just bullshit, that's all... he exhales slowly, and a wisp of smoke rises from the cigarette in his mouth as he enjoys the familiar bitter taste, at least the whiskey helps to relieve tension." "Although lately even this seems like ordinary shit..." * shakes his head, squinting with tired gray eyes at the mark on his finger from the ring, but there's no point in remembering the old days either. Everything is changing. People are leaving. Nothing stays the same. He leans back, resting his elbows on the armrests, and thoughtfully puffs on a cigarette, staring blankly at the glowing screen.